I remember..

I remember me,
when I was a child,
I dreamed,
many silly dreams,
hard as they seemed,
in me I believed,
they’d come true.

An engineer?
That was the first,
my parents’ too,
and it happened;
A journalist?
I had pondered it,
like an adventure,
it was left wanting.

Each new day,
another new dream,
rose with the sun;
In queer ways,
I always wanted,
each to be the one.

Looking back,
I realize with joy,
a lot came true;
It was but a dream,
that did bring,
this writer to you.


Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 6, I Remember Me)


(’12, Oct 06)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

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