by Norma Budden

Created on: January 02, 2011

I rest inside a snowglobe;

I've been here for some time.

I see your smiling face

Which helps my face to shine.  

The sparkle in your glowing eyes

Reflects in mine, you know.

I wish that I could talk to you

So I could tell you so.  

Sometimes I tire of being here;

I'd like to see the sights you see.

Yet, if I missed one of your smiles

It would be a tragedy.  

So here I'll rest, day after day

And I will no longer weep.

I will not feel so ill at ease;

I see you smile, I guard your sleep.

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