Empty out those pockets, Son
The ones you filled with dreams
This morning, they were empty
Now they're bursting at the seams.
What have you found to save today?
What magic can you share?
Tell Mommy what you dreamed about
The what and when and where.
What treasures have you gathered, Son?
Collected on your way
To all those special places
You travel in a day
Did you catch a speedy rocket
To a distant shiny star
And packet rocks when leaving
To keep as your memoirs?
Did you hike into the mountains
And chance to meet a bear
Then use your trusty water gun
To give that bear a scare?
Did you hop a railroad car in town
Then travel far away
And bring that pretty flower back
To give to me today?
Empty out your pockets, Son
Thery're bursting at the seams
And speak of your adventures, dear
Tell Mommy of your dreams.
~~Brenda Darlene Kijowski
With my son signing up for the Army yesterday, I was looking for a special poem to do a scrapbook page for him. This one seems most fitting for him...I hope he always follows his dreams, and brings back some "treasures" to share with me.
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