We All Have a Dream

“Someday, you’ll be a lawyer, son That’s what I dream you to be”, father said “No! He’ll be a great sailor It’s in our blood!” his brother yelled As I looked at mom, I could sense Her own dream for me, thou, not spoken Sure, she wanted me to be a homme d’affaire Just like her forefathers, great Chinese traders As years passes by, I hear them Dreaming, without even asking If, I’ve a dream, but the flick Of time, interfered, without words They left, leaving me in a shelter of limbo Thou, being alone, with no one to lead me Still, I became what they had wished for Now, I stare no more At the wall calendar, for I Got what I wanted to be…a word whisperer I saw this….in my dream, when I was Still, struggling to walk ….in their footsteps