Catherine J. Broussard Poet Lyric

Forgotten Dreams

Forgotten dreams; still remembered.
They tried to tell us.
Not in words, but by the share in their eyes, the pace of their steps,
the strength of their shoulders.
Knowing not to speak, mouth close,
but always finding a way.
They sing their songs, loudly, we feel their words.
Words which are still heard, tucked away.
Words used when as needed
Their steps are molded on this earth.
Their paths are known, paths which continue to clear the way.
We are aimed to follow their steps our feet are molded to their footsteps.
We listen to the wind; it tells their stories.
I see their eyes in my eyes; my nose, hair, and lips are the same.
I rest in their able arms; they wrap my soul.
I hear their cries; they are never silent.
I remember those forgotten dreams; I follow their paths.
Knowing that their end is my beginning.

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