In my dreams
my inner child Alice
came giggling
with a present wrapped.

I smiled holding it
with excitement.
I too had a gift for her
causing her eyes
to open wide with pride

When I opened mine
it revealed
a box of 64 colorful pens
perfect for me to
write poems.

When she opened hers
it was a box of 64 crayons.
perfect for child play in afternoon.

When I awoke,
she with her crayons
and me with pens
played all day long.