When I was little I wanted to be a chemist -
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
flying cadenzas.
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.
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
flying cadenzas.
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.
3 comments:
You've already started. I dream with you and for you.
Love this. I've made a few trips out here just to re-read.
Thank you. That means a lot to me.
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