A green notebook
I bought in the Harvard bookstore.
A notebook filled with words
of triumph and despair,
of highs and lows,
of salvation and redemption.
I didn't dare to dream,
to study in a beautiful
university
with beautiful
minds
and manicured lawns that
I could rest my weary head on .
I didn't think I was good enough
or brave enough.
I was told that I was beautiful
more often than
I was told that I was smart.
I didn't dare to dream for me
but I did dream it for you
I dreamt the sky was the limit and you
would sparkle in the universe
you would learn
and you would
grow.
My little boy
you held a beating heart in your hand
you saved a life today,
and yesterday .
You shine when you speak
your actions filled with
compassion
even when you are tired and weary
you find the strength to help someone.
You don't seek recognition
or merit
your reward is
the fulfillment you feel within.
I didn't dare to dream
for me
but I dared to dream for you.
This morning I read Author Dani Shapiro's post http://danishapiro.com/on-small-seismic-shifts/ which resonated with me about the things that we dare to dream for ourselves. The things that we fear and the things that we learn along the way. Her thought process is something that I am familiar with because I was raised with the same thought process myself. Her conversation with her fourteen year old son and her words about having tough feelings, we all had them and we all met someone who experienced them. Those of you that read my poetry know that I am a big believer in learning from our scars and evolving as we grow through this life. I thought about my son Josh and how no dream was too big when I thought of him. (as well as my son Daniel) I knew he had a great heart and a great mind. As a doctor in an Emergency Room in Boston, I am so proud that his life is about helping people and saving people . I've had an interesting life, with many lessons learned but I never dared to dream for myself what I dream for my children. Meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.
For children , parents will always be their guide and an assurance that all will be well :)
ReplyDeleteWe always wish for our children to find their way....
DeleteOh, Ayala. I love the words, the sentiment, and your ability to assess your own truth about limitations. This is powerful, my friend. xoxo
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rudri. I appreciate your words. xoxo
Deletesmiles...i am glad that we can dream these dreams for our kids..even if we can not for ourselves....giving them opportunities we never had...and you know it is never too late....smiles...you raised a good one there mama....smiles.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brian. He is my light and so is Daniel. :)
Deletebeautiful post. a very good reminder about what is really important.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jane.
DeleteYou're such a great mom... and your sons are lucky!
ReplyDeleteYou are kind, Laurie. Thank you.
DeleteSure dreams that you can help and have helped come due and will continue to do so
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pat.
Deletethat made me smile...you can be so proud of your son... and it's good to dream for them..to believe in them...to support them so they can find and make their way...
ReplyDeleteYou are living this as well :) Good to dream for them.
DeleteI totally relate to this Ayala... and sometimes I like to think it isn't too late to dream big for ourselves too, after all they are only dreams.
ReplyDeleteNever too late....
DeleteSo glad that you were able to dream for your children....and that it seems you also inspired THEM to dream for themselves as well. But, by the way, it is not yet too late for you to dream for yourself either. There is STILL lots of time for fulfillment of your own dreams for you! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteMary, I didn't dare to dream those dreams but I have had an amazing life so I am grateful. All the struggles and triumphs came through lessons learned. I also dreamed of being a mom and that is my biggest and best accomplishment I have . I still dream...but differently. Thanks so much.
DeleteThis is a very good poem Ayala! I enjoyed hearing what you said to your son. I am sure he must be grateful for the dreams you had for him and the way you encouraged him to become what he is now. And I agree with other commenters, do not forget your own dreams.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gabriella. I am a dreamer....
DeleteSo he really is a doctor! I did not need to know that to enjoy this poem, but I am glad to know it. I felt your poet's heart pumping love throughout this poem. Thanks, too, for the link.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan. Dani's writing is honest and beautiful.
DeleteThis is so interesting...I think I lived my parents' dreams for me as expectations...and suffocated under them instead of soaring with them. I often wonder if I limited my kids because I was too worried about placing expectations on them...or expecting my dreams for them to become theirs. They know they are loved, that they are free to choose their lives - and I adore the people they are. But neither have found a strong calling...perhaps with time, they will know!? Beautifully written - as always!
ReplyDeleteDear Adrienne, what an honest and thoughtful insight. You are following your heart now with your work and they will find their passion. Your photographs and words inspire many and you can do anything. ...like the comments say here it's not too late.
DeleteYes, this is how it is for me and mine - well put!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Colin.
DeleteHow blessed are we to think that our dreams are met through our loved ones. It certainly is a bounce back to the efforts painstakingly given when they were growing up. Many can relate to this ayala! Great write!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank you, Hank. We dream for our children the dreams we did not dare dream for ourselves.
DeleteI wonder if when our kids live our dreams--if they experience them the same way we do--it is a wonderful thing to dream--such a wonderful piece ayala--full of love and tenderness
ReplyDeleteThank you, Audrey.
Deletelovely poem, indeed we dream much more for our kids and how great to see them live the dream, especially when the dream we dreamt for them brings them such joy
ReplyDeleteI dreamt for him to find his passion and he did. :)
Deletegoosebumps. cool, Ayala, for you all ~ M
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, M.
DeleteElegaic - which is quite an achievement, I think - this touched me... Thankyou With best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
ReplyDeleteThank you, Scott. :)
DeleteAs a mom: chills.
ReplyDeleteI come from Boston.
:) Thank you, Colleen.
DeleteThis is so beautiful Ayala.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I just went and checked out that Dani Shapiro link. Thank you. xx
DeleteThank you, Alana. Isn't her link great?
Delete:) Hugs
DeleteA beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anna.
DeleteSuch truth and beauty, Ayala. Our children live what they learn. And making mistakes, learning from those mistakes, sharing them with our children as they make their own and grow and learn...it's an amazing circle of life.
ReplyDeleteThank you dear. I had one wish and that was for him to follow his dreams and he did. I knew in my heart that he can do anything he sets his mind to do. :)
DeleteHow proud you must be of your son.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem
Thank you, Margie.
DeleteThis is such an interesting observation: to dream for our children, but not ourselves. Great to hear of your son too!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rowan. :)
DeleteMy soul recognizes a sister survivor and celebrator!
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^=
Thank you, Cloudia. Your words mean so much.
DeleteLovely poem dreams are powerful things that help us in the journey of life..may dreams always take flight.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly. :)
DeleteWe dare to dream... you dreamed for your sons after all.
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful poem, blooming with your love and understanding. Thoughftul and really sweet.
-HA
Thank you, Ha.
DeleteHopes and Dreams we've had all our lives.
ReplyDeleteWhy stop hoping and dreaming NOW?
PEACE!
Thank you, Steve. You always give me your support and kindness and I am grateful.
DeleteVery powerful and emotional. What wonderful dreams you've fulfilled. And continue to fulfill...here, doing this. Fine poem.
ReplyDeleteSteve
Thank you, Steve. :)
DeleteWow. This poked at a few feelings that are floating around inside my head at the moment. I don't have children, but I am realising (hopefully not too late) that dreams are allowed, and that I should dare to have them, for me. Thank you for writing this and sharing a slice of your life.
ReplyDeleteSo happy this inspired you.
DeleteThis is amazing. I'm glad for your draw and the result. I'm sad for the fact that a girl is complemented for being cute more tag being smart..(and I believe that still to be the case)
ReplyDeleteSad and true.
DeleteHow much i cherish this poem!! I had to take a pause when i got to such lines as "I was told that I was beautiful
ReplyDeletemore often than
I was told that I was smart." Its a real motivation!
Thank you, Adam .
DeleteCongratulations Ayala! It is easier to dream for others sometimes. Thanks. K. (Manicddaily)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karin . :)
DeleteWe always hold our highest hopes and dreams for our children, and that they will be happy, loved and achieve great things. It sounds like your child is doing just that. You should be very proud.
ReplyDeleteI am proud. Thank you, Ginny.
ReplyDeleteThese words are so TRUE to me..buT only vicariously as these are the actions of my mother...
ReplyDeleteI suppose the ones who support the heroes and the killers are the foundation of what IS...particularly the mothers IT seems...
So yOUR SOn is a lucky oNE....
@least i am for to have a mother like mine..
That reflects yOUR words 2....
Good to dream for your son, but make sure he has the same dreams...Our parents can not see the whole horizon of perspective as well as only we able to see...Great tribute!
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is am glad I know you...:) Sweet post..thats how a Mum n kid relationship is...:)
ReplyDeleteBest Wishes,
Sam..
Well, your poem surely resonates with me, too. Many thanks. I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.