I hear of a place that is made of gold,
a place where we shall never grow old,
but one answer I have not heard at all,
will there be paw prints from my little dog?
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I hear of a place that is made of gold,Featured Shared Story
It's so great! I'm going to use it for a poetry contest in school.
in Daughter Poems
Sometimes I look in the rearview mirror or out the corner of my eye and see a reflection of me.
Not the way your hair has that blonde shine in it or the way you smile.
Not the dimples in your cheeks or even the way you smirk just a little when you're being naughty.
But I see my hope for you when I hear you say, I want to be a doctor when I grow up.
Poems by Missy Davis
I have read many poems and have submitted my own, But this one by far is my most favorite that I have read, I would love to copy it and put it in a nice frame to have every Christmas for years to come. I will share with the children in my church come Christmas.