written by: Kelly Osman
Waking from these dreams, when will they stop?
They haunt me, they make me weak, I wish they’d leave me alone,
My new family saved me; it took time to adjust.
The antique accordion; the way he played was so subtle,
The array of books, meandering along the grand old case.
The music is so wonderful, reading gave my life a meaning.
The boy who chased me, his fondness for me grew,
The mischief we caused, so many moments we shared,
Little did I know, one day soon he’d be no longer,
The boy with the yellow hair is how I’ll always remember.
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