When I Was A Nugget

When I was very, very small

And couldn't stay up late at all

Once I nightmared an awful way

That made me feel like - Oh I can’t say

I dreamed my mother was a- float

And sailing in a little boat

Carried away by the tide

By the rocks I went to lie

And then when I began to cry

I woke— and there she was

her hand on my little cheek— oh my!

It’s from الله