Running
jumping,
tumbling,
somersaulting,
flipping and
balancing.
Yes, I can do them all. My supreme performance on the rings has my mum fumbling for words. In my dreams, I am executing a challenging routine at the horizontal bar when you suddenly interrupt my stunt with your yelling voice. I don't blame you. You just didn't know i was working hard to win the gold medal on Sunday.
We are blessed by such dreams where for a little while we can do those magnificent things we yearn to do! Sometimes though the dreams stop in mid-stride and my heart breaks- - even so, life is better with dreams beguiling our sleep! Lovely write, Sofia
Thank you so much, Susan! I always appreciate your comments. You are a blessing to me! Take care!
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Your poem reminded me how much I loved gymnastics. I too dreamed of that gold medal, but was interruped by that nasty coach yelling at me! Well done. Thanks Sofia! :)
Thank you, Pamela. I am humbled by your comment! Athenian hugs! Cheers, Sofia