mix potions, invent new vaccines to
save the world.
When I was little I wanted to be a ballerina -
dance on my toes, gracefully
arabesque across the stage.
When I was little I wanted to be a musician -
sell out concert halls, pierce the air with
But I grew up...
Traded hands of ambition for
hands of a mother,
shelved childhood dreams.
I never did invent new medicines but
I have soothed the brow of a feverish child
late at night.
I never did learn port de bras but
I have elegantly reattached the spinal column
on a teddy bear.
I never did play the cello but
I have musically rocked a baby to sleep,
prepared a mealtime symphony.
And when my children grow up, forget me,
my wrinkled hands shall dust that red cape,
tie on childhood dreams,
go save the world.