DREAMS DON'T DIE

DREAMS DON'T DIE

The old lady smiled as she watched her grandchildren play,
remembering the days when her own children would say
"Come on, Mom! Stop day-dreaming and come see us run;
We have lots of time before the setting of the afternoon sun."

She sat back in the rocker and closed her tired old eyes,
when the children were young they seemed ever so wise.
The sounds of the day faded as she drifted off to sleep,
she still had all of her dreams and they just couldn't keep.

She dreamed of sunshine, rainbows and clear blue skies,
beautiful flowers everywhere and above a little bird flies...
A dove, she is thinking, yes, it's a dove white as the snow,
and on the wings of the morning, she let the dreams go.

Dreams don't die as she walks with those here no more,
in the shadow of a rainbow that she had been longing for.
From far away, she hears the children laughing at play,
who don't realize yet that she has gone home this day.

If ever you think that dreams don't exist or come true,
take it from me, they exist and they really can do
so much for the spirit when the spirit is still young -
Dreams don't die as long as your song is still sung.

"Grandma is dreaming" she heard a grandchild say
in a sweet lilting voice as she returned to her play.
If we just remember, that as long as they dream too,
they are never too far away for dreams to come true.

Countrymom
9/12/08