Dreams of the Parent
When your children are born you have your dreams for them
but you never really know
what direction they will take…
where their life will go.
As they grow up those dreams you had…
you quietly erase them
as you allow the dreams they have…
to gradually replace them.
And your dream for them becomes more universal
you care less if they are wealthy…
you want them to be loving and generous
to be happy, kind and healthy.
I never dreamed our son would do what I did
never wanted him to be like me…
but I am proud of the life he’s chosen
and the person he came to be…
Case in point…he sent us a picture
only a day ago
of him atop an electric scooter
in San Antonio.
Now, I never dreamed he’d ride an electric scooter
never dreamed he’d be in that place…
but often I have dreamed
about that smile on his face…
Sure he's not living my initial dream…
how many children do?
but knowing he is living his…
has made my dream come true.
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