A tiny pink baby,
In her mother’s arms,
She sleeps without worry,
No panic. No harm.
Her lovely blue eyes,
Closed as she dreams,
Of colours and textures,
She’s happy and free.
She’s five now, a big girl,
All tucked up in bed,
Her toys piled up,
Asleep by her head.
Under the covers,
She hides as she dreams,
Of rainbows and horses,
And chocolate ice creams.
At ten she explores,
An adventurous girl,
Keen to discover,
Her widening world.
At night she still dreams,
Her glorious dreams,
Now stories and tales,
As strange as they seem.
At fifteen, she’s growing,
A beautiful thing,
The pride of her parents,
She’s spreading her wings.
At night when she sleeps,
She’s their child once more,
In her dreams nothing matters,
Life is just as before.
At twenty she’s happy,
Settled in life,
She lives with a man,
She’ll soon be a wife.
She sleeps with him there,
In the bed by her side,
And dreams of their future,
Their wonderful life.
Next she’s the mother,
With children she loves,
Who dream in the night-time,
Like she always does.
As they sleep in their beds,
All happy and warm,
She dreams of the family,
She can’t help adore.
Her children grow older,
Move out of their home,
Her husband dies later,
She’s feeling alone.
But whenever she dreams,
They’re there in her mind,
Her children beside her,
Her husband, alive.
She’s elderly now,
She’s reaching the end,
And now she’s surrounded,
By family and friends.
For just one last time,
She closes her eyes,
And drifts off to heaven,
Where her dreams never die.