Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The Dream

Here is a poem I wrote a while ago. I call it The Dream. It is my favorite poem I have ever written:


When I was young
You asked me what I wanted to be
I said famous
You asked why
I said to change the world
You asked how I’d do that
I said through kindness
You patted my cheek, smiled, and said “good luck dear”

When I was older
You asked the same things
My answers didn’t change
You forced a smile and said,
“That’s wonderful dear
But you’re getting older now
And maybe it’s time to think of something else
Something more realistic”
I gritted my teeth and said nothing

When I left for college
Your questions came again
My answers were the same
You threw your arms in the air and said,
“For goodness sakes, grow up already
You’re an adult now
That’s just a dream
And you need more than dreams to get you somewhere”
I gave you a hug, told you I’d loved you
And left for my new life

When I had my first child
You brought them upon me again
I answered them the same as always
You pointed at my child and said
“They’re the next generation
And you can’t fill their mind with silly thoughts
They need you there for them
And that silly dream won’t help.”
I looked at my child and kissed its head

When my best friend got in a car wreck
You couldn’t keep the questions from coming
Teary eyed, I spat the usual answers back at you
You looked at me calmly and said,
"Child, if you don't let that thought go,
You could end up like your friend.
Covering up reality with fantasy,
That won't get you anywhere."
I stifled my sobs as you tried reassuring me

When you were sick in the hospital
You whispered the familiar words
Bravely, I gave you the usual response
You took my hand and said,
"All my life, I've been telling you you're wrong
To dream about such a thing
But now I realize I was wrong to hold you back.
Give it all you've got and don't let anyone stop you.
I love you"
I nodded, kissed your forehead, and sat down.

Nobody died in the hospital that day
Not a single soul
Everyone prayed that night
For the same thing the next day
Unfortunately, we weren’t as lucky

At your funeral, your words still rang in my head
“Don’t let anyone stop you”
As I kissed your forehead for the last time
I made an oath, to you and myself
To do just that
I cried, watching as a tear landed on your cheek
You almost smiled

Ten years later, as I walk to my new job
The sun shines in the early morning
Bikers ride down the empty streets
A once homeless man stares out a five-story window
A store owner gives an apple to a poor boy
And there isn’t a single sad soul around
I smile with ease

Early to work, I take a quick detour
I stood where I had ten years ago
Crying from the grief I had suffered
This time though, I smile, and speak
“Mom I did it.
I’m changing the world
One small step at a time
Just like I promised.”
Tears welled up in my eyes
I kissed your headstone
Said I loved you
And left for my job

As I walked away, I heard your voice
You said a million things at one
But all I heard was
“I love you, dear.
And I’m sorry”

-<3-





I hope you like it. Thanks for reading :D

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Time

Time is never on our side. We only get so much of it. So why waste it? We have to learn to make the most of our time. 

People take that phrase in so many different ways. Some people feel it means they need to cram as much stuff as they can into a day. That's their opinion, their view on the meaning of the phrase. And you can't judge them by that. It's their beliefs, don't crush them.

Some people think that it means they need to take each moment slowly, savor it, enjoy it. Because you might not get another chance like it. Make each moment count, no matter how long the moments are. And that's okay. Because that's what they think it means, and everyone interprets things differently. 

And then some people just don't take it very seriously. And that's okay too, no matter how stuck up or wrong the person seems. Because we're not all the same. 

If today was your last day, what would you do? How would you leave this world? What final memory of you will you leave people with? How will you change the world?

Time is always our enemy, but we have to keep our friends close and enemies closer. And time is definitely close to us. And even though it is our enemy, sometimes we our able to put our differences aside and unite. <3

Photo courtesy of: Devian Art