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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