Marriage and the evolution of a woman's dreams and goals -sweet for V-Day. |
Waiting for the Dawn It’s dark and you are sleeping, but I lie awake beside you and wonder what to make of all the dreams I had, those I left by the wayside not long after we were wed. Should I still be chasing them long past the time they were born, or are the new ones just as real, the ones that were born with our boys, the ones that came while loving you? I hold onto the old ones like it’s me I fear losing. Every lost year, each missed opportunity like a leaf falling to the ground. I look outside my window, watching for the dawn to arrive, and standing there are two maple trees. Both are bare, yet still very much alive, holding up the birds until the seasons change knowing that once again, their arms will be full of new possibilities, new dreams, new life. And neither are shedding tears for the leaves piled at their roots, the leaves discarded when the sun hides its face. They seem to know that tomorrow, life will return. I smiled as I watched you, your breathing no longer paced, no longer dreaming, postponing the morning hour, playing 'possum. You, waiting for the dawn, wondering what to make of all the dreams you had, the ones you left by the wayside when we were wed. Look outside, I whispered too quiet to be heard, let’s be like the trees with our arms outstretched, holding up our boys like the birds, until the leaves return, until we learn not even the birds can keep silent for long when they have a song to sing. Brandy 1-22-2010 |