Caught off guard
I found myself thinking of dreams I have for my children.
Yet they must dream for themselves.
Just as I must dream for myself.
What are my dreams?
And how does one start dreaming
For oneself when nothing comes to mind.
Maybe tonight when I fall asleep
the nightly dreams will illuminate a path
to a hope and a dream-
from memories of the past
to snapshots of today
to the future me.
Until then...
I pray that my dream finds me
and points the way.
I love your poem and the theme.
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