Mother's Lost Journal

Watching her slowly grow over the years,

My chest fills with an enigmatic pride.

I sat there with a satisfactory smile,

As I recalled my broken dreams,

that my baby girl fulfilled infront of my eyes.

I remember how I keenly listened,

When she read aloud her rhymes.

Through her words this illiterate soul,

Visualized pirates, fairies and knights.

Dusting off the racks everyday,

Turned into a task I enjoyed,

As watching the trophies adorning them,

Always left me teary eyed.

Dancing was my passion,

Which lack of riches destroyed,

And now every time her feet moves,

I see myself in her, ALIVE.

Watching her live happily,

With a husband so loving and kind,

I breathe a sigh of relief,

Realizing that her fate is far different than mine.

All that I ever wished for,

She proudly accomplished and survived,

In her I saw my dreams come true,

Retrieved from the lost journal of my life.