She wakes up with
a bit of whimsy
Because she has a special closet
A closet of dreams
she can go anywhere
she can be anything
She is never ever lonely
Because she has special friends
In her closet of dreams
she can play with them
she can dance with them
She goes to bed with a bit of whimsy
Because she has a closet of dreams
And inside they wait for her
Nicely done poem. I like the message and the way you delivered it.
Nice. I like it. We all need special closets in our lives.