The House with a Hundred Doors

[By Don j ]
They know when they’re open,
The House with a Hundred Doors.
Hearing creaks at night,
Rest my Melody, I shall sing you sound sleep.
Till dusk hits dawn,
Daddy’s love can promise you,
Granny’s dove, up above. High in the sky, but shall not
Touch. Now, Rest my Melody.

*Please follow me @DjMatthewsMusic and feel free to share my poem written for my daughter Melody Lee Matthews, oldest of two amazing children.

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