Sunday, September 27, 2009

They Were My Kids

I thought they were our kids that I saw in my dream. But I realized a few weeks back that you were never in the dream. I was with them in the kitchen, making them laugh as I had slipped on a pair of daddy's sweat pants. They were my kids. They were beautiful boys, giggling as they were eating breakfast as I did the MC Hammer dance for them. How I wish I get to see their faces one day.
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