Share a small poetry of yours.

As my eyes close
I drift off to sleep
Ghosts of the past arise
I want to weep

It all starts so well
I'm playing outside as a boy
Dad's still there with me
I remember such simple joy

Then I'm a little older
Pointy cap on my head
My creators smile with pride at me
But now they are dead

The scene changes once more
We lie together on the grass
Her head on my lap
Moments like this are now just the past

I blink up awake
The sun fills the room
I wonder if this is a sign
That's the end of the gloom