Dreams are born in the womb
borne in mind beyond birth.
Infantile fantasies
spur kicks within her,
spawning daydreams
of the birth to be.
Musings of motherhood:
things she would
do; things she must do;
impossible things come true
in dreams.
Then the bubble burst,
reality arrived
delaying those dreams for another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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