Anthony (Sonnet 1)




Once upon a time, we met in a dream

You came to me when I was a youth 

You held my hand and your stare so keen

Your smile so sweet with a missing tooth 


You did not speak when we first met

But always there, I saw your face

You were so familiar to me and yet

you were a memory that had no place


Then one night, you called me “mom”

And sad I was when I awoke

I felt so crazy and yet so calm

Because that night, my subconscious spoke 


Now, brown hair curled and blue eyes bright

I tuck you in and kiss you good night. 



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