Hey little monsters,

Every last one of you so dear,

You have become home,

Disappearing to find what else was possible shows I really needed to dream more,

Often I dreamt awake and extended the stories while I slept,

Maybe there are bits of faulty wiring,

It could be that I didn’t get all the help assigned to others my kind,

Sometimes I don’t measure up quite so well in my own head,

Sometimes I just need to spend time beyond the nurturing,

Miss me won’t you,

Every now and again, hey you…