It's funny isn't it how when our children are born as silly as it seems
we have dreams for them well before they ever have a chance to dream.
We see that beautiful baby and so many dreams we quickly conceive…
We really cannot help ourselves…it's parental nature I believe.
But…as they grow and dream their own dreams
we find there comes a day…
when their dreams become our dreams…
and we put our initial dreams away.
But being parents we continue dreaming…
yes, new dreams are unveiled…
dreams that are more general and a little less detailed.
We still dream with great intensity,
with pizzaz and energy and style!
We dream they will be healthy, wise, kind, generous
and always have a reason to smile.
And even though they're not living our initial dream…
I mean…how many children do?
It's funny isn't it…how just knowing they are living their dream
has made our dreams come true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem