Treasure Island

Rebecca lucy Smith


Why Can't I Have a Mum Like You?


All the time I think

When will I go home?

To see my mu mummy’s face again

But something went wrong

And I don’t know what

So I closed the door

And don’t let anything in

But now I’m stuck in a house filled with strangers

My heart beats fast

But when I close my eyes

I dream a dream that dream is about you

I dream that one day you’re here by my side

I dream that one day you’re my mum

And you hug me to say

It’s alright your not alone

Mums right beside you

As bedtime comes your there by the door

Just to say goodnight my sweet little girl

Then you wait

As I say goodnight mummy I love you

As the light goes of

The dream fades

And I know it’s just a dream

I sit up in bed and start to cry

Why can’t I have a mum like you?

With a loving heart you have

Someone that cares and loves the way you do

I would really love a mum like a mum like you

So take me home so I can call you mum

Just like the dream I once had

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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