Dreams

My eyes began to close with tears

Knowing I would wake up with fear

My mother's hand laying on the floor

For I was only four

Not knowing I would not see her again

Just as a teen I was, when I was adopted

With hidden sadness of regrets

Let's hope this dream ends

I don't call it dreams ,

I call it Regrets

Made by @pastel_sunset , this my first attempt to actually ryme my poems but yeh hope you like it