Dec 2013
On a cold winter’s night,
The ground white with snow,
Laura thought of a friend,
She lost so long, long ago.
Through her bedroom window,
Gazing longingly at the sky,
She wished upon the stars,
For a carpet that could fly.
If she owned such a carpet,
Perhaps, for a little while,
She would make a journey,
Travelling mile after mile.
Watched by moon and stars,
She would fly far, far away,
To visit her long lost friend,
It would be such a special day.
Laura’s thoughts escaped,
As on the carpet she flew,
And through make-belief
She made her wish come true.
On a cold winter’s night,
The ground white with snow,
Laura thought of a friend,
She lost so long, long ago.
© Paul Chafer 2014
The ground white with snow,
Laura thought of a friend,
She lost so long, long ago.
Through her bedroom window,
Gazing longingly at the sky,
She wished upon the stars,
For a carpet that could fly.
If she owned such a carpet,
Perhaps, for a little while,
She would make a journey,
Travelling mile after mile.
Watched by moon and stars,
She would fly far, far away,
To visit her long lost friend,
It would be such a special day.
Laura’s thoughts escaped,
As on the carpet she flew,
And through make-belief
She made her wish come true.
On a cold winter’s night,
The ground white with snow,
Laura thought of a friend,
She lost so long, long ago.
© Paul Chafer 2014
Written for my daughter Rachel who lost a friend when folk in my family decided to split. I wrote it from Laura's perspective, I know she'll never read it, but hopefully, she'll know we never stopped loving her. X
(England)
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