Box of Dreams

Ah the beauty of age ~ when it’s time to retire

To catch up on all I have missed...

To have time now to read and to write if I like-

Pursue passions I’ve had to resist,

I’ve shortened the list of books to be read

It’s down to two hundred and seven

But the chances are this, that if I start today

I can finish after ten years in heaven

Bike tires gone flat ,that I will now fix

I’ll soon again fill it with air

But the air that is gone is my own I soon find,

And it’s me not the bike, needs a spare .

How I’d love to have time to relax with a swim

But I couldn’t for reasons mundane-

I might have reached China and India too

Or washed up on the warm shores of Spain

Had I not missed the chance to paint or to sculpt

Though I’m not Picasso nor Moore

My work might have been on the walls of museums,

And my sculpture right there on the floor

Instead I had children, in four years had four

Changed diapers, cooked, cleaned and read stories

Loved them and taught them-watched as they grew

Wear their medal in ‘Best Mom’ category

It’s a medal I cherish, wear proudly each day

Transcends diamonds,and silver and gold

My jewels are my children, my treasures of heart

Their love comforts me as I grow old.

I’ve forgotten the goal I once thought that was mine...

To have children and still have myself -

But today I have dusted and there way up high

Was my old box of dreams on a shelf.

Corrine HG Schlessel © 1997 MzSugah@aol.com