Some Dreams Just Don’t Come True

Leanne S. Pippin ©Copyright 2010

Every child dreams of growing up,
Imagining what will be.
Will they be a superstar, a fireman,
Or sailor of the sea?

Some dream of glamour.
Some dream of fame.
Every dream is different,
For no child is the same.

My dreams seemed so simple
When I was still so small,
I was certain that in time
I would achieve them all.

But dreams are sometimes fickle;
As slippery as a peel,
And often leave you traveling
Without a steering wheel.

I never dreamed of stardom,
Or sailing on the sea.
Fires were far too scary
And glamour’s not for me.

I dreamed I’d be a mother
Like those who came before;
And carry on a legacy
From the families of yore.

But fate it seems has other plans
And dreams mean ought to him.
For time passes quickly
And chances become slim.

Some people take for granted
The lives within their care.
And really can’t imagine
A world without them there.

There’d be no smiles or giggles,
No cuddles in the chair.
No one to call you “Mommy” ("Daddy")
No favorite teddy bear.

There’d be no birthday parties,
No sticky faces to clean.
No drawings on the refrigerator;
Or treats on Halloween.

You’d never get to watch them grow
Or guide them along the way.
You’d never get to teach them
How important it is to pray.

I’ve been told that I’m lucky
“Children only break your heart.”;
“This world’s no place to raise a child.”
I’ve been told “I must be smart.”

I don’t want hear those things
So forgive me when I say
“How insensitive of you,
I don’t see things quite that way!”

So please don’t try to tell me
That I’m better off this way
I’ll never be convinced
You believe all that you say.

I know that you may mean well
And only wish to ease my mind
But a hug would do much better
Than all those words combined.

I’ll never be a mother
My family branch ends here.
There’ll be no one to follow
That much is now so clear.

I dreamed I’d be a mother
I never had a clue,
No one had ever told me,
Some dreams just don’t come true.