Into my fathers’ arms safe
from harm
In a place far away no moonshine
in his hand
Running along a beach
somewhere on white-golden sand
No shouting, swearing or
blowing to the head
At a table where I will be fed
No more hunger no more pain
all is well
Sitting at a warm fire stories
we tell
Well away from my living hell
Ironed clothes and shoes on
my feet
Into a bed with fluky white
sheets
uncluttered and cosy not afraid to
sleep
Nobody kicked out to walk the
streets
Dry bed in the morning what a
delight
Going to school with a smile on
my face
Parents watching you in sports
and plays
Shouting
encouragement
making you proud
Not to be outside the
fashionable crowd
but things are not what they
always seem
What do you expect in a strange land hounded with reality?
This is not reality; it is only a
childhood dream