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I want to stay next time
Don’t wake me up from my young girl’s dream
It is a place that I love and call home
This dream carries me in my older days
a special place where my soul has flown
In the middle of this young girl’s dream
all the ones I love never have to leave and
sometimes when the world is unkind
There is only Joy like the Sun’s glow
It warms my hands and soul as I am growing old
Jill Autrey Dorman 
Such a lovely gentle poem, Jill. Sometimes the world of dreams is a nice place to be. x
Thank you. Yes it is! That child remains.
That’s good. We all need dreams. 💖