A Hundred Dreams: A lot of dreams are given up for the family. At the end of the day, we live with a hundred dreams that we couldn’t chase. Here is one such poem :
Of the many dreams that will remain just dreams,
They were too big for me it seems.
I nurtured a family with my blood,sweat, and tears,
Gave in the prime years.
The Salsa class I dreamed of once,
Now these dreams look like the knife blunt.
Of visiting the school and walking in the grounds familiar,
My father always told me I was a born winner.
Of the wins that I no longer cherish.
Of the languages not learned,
and the opportunities I had to let go.
Of the dreams of just being me,
that in my children I see.
The wrinkles that my dreams defy,
At every point, I try to justify.
Of the dreams of reading,
Thinking of which my heart is now bleeding.
In the old age home now I dream of peace,
from the thoughts and unfinished dreams that haunt.
The body too old for the soul and its dreams,
I dream for my soul to rest in peace ,
and for the pain that it’s causing to the body to cease.
And it is Day 23 of UBC
She is so upset…. and tired of the killing her dreams…an old age home seems like a welcome solution to her…there is so much depth in this poem…warm hug to you Ramya
That is the sad reality, people think elderly parents are a burden. It angers me when I hear or see such a thing. Even when you have enough money you don’t have anyone to talk to!
Oh! very sad indeed. I don’t know if it is the mistake of the children or the parents – I always feel a well bred child would take care of his parents with care. but children too change with time don’t they?
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This poem is so sad.. I can feel the pain and regret.. the lost chances.. ‘of the languages not learned’.. I can so much relate to this one..
How utterly broken she sounds in her old age. I pray for peace for the woman who saw so many dreams shatter before her eyes. A good reminder that we need to look after ourselves too ever so often.
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I am thinking of a relative of my husband’s, who is 104. Her situation is sad. This poem speaks to it.
Lovely . I was trying to figure out whether this was a regret or like at times we look back with pride tiwards the sacrifices we made
The emotions surrounding dreams beautifully expressed.
Happens! We all go through this. Nicely penned Ramya.