Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: dream
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When I sleep
Why, when I sleep, do I returnLike a wound never healedTo a home I used to know?I walk the roomsAnd pick up trinketsNow covered in dustThat were once precious to meI stuff my pockets with themThinking “I am so gladI got to come backOne more time – To take away the treasure That meant so… Read.
My Wordly Wealth 