Dreaming With a Smile
Always with a smile on her chubby munchkin face
She knew that in her mother’s eye she was full of grace
She tottered around the room
With skin in full bloom
Exploring, tasting, touching
The softest teddy bear clutching.
As a toddler, her dream
Under the light of a moonbeam
Was always to be enveloped in loving safety.
As a child her dreams were gourmet
She craved delectable, delicious and decadent desserts each day
Mandarins swimming in jelly drowned in custard cream
Chocolate sauce in a never ending stream
Raspberries, strawberries, bananas in a fruit salad
Rice pudding with hidden gems of sultanas, a real ballad.
In secondary school wishing for good grades
While shaking her fashionable braids
And wanting excellent test results
Oh to be a lovely looking adult!
Thinking of future boyfriends, films, fashion, growing up
A summer job, the first taste of fizz in a grown-up’s cup.
A university student, her dreams of career opportunities golden
Well-paid, job satisfaction and courses enrolled in
Affording a house in the suburbs and holidays abroad
With accolades, praise and life to applaud.
In the workforce, wishing and praying
(Praying and wishing but paying
Bills, food and rent
Still on some fun, resolute bent)
Job stability.
In marriage
Wishing he would not hit her again.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleMargarida, I enjoyed every bit of this ‘child wonderment’ poem, EXCEPT for the last sentence. That put a sting on this lovely crafted piece. Regrettably, the loveliness that encompassed her life could end in this harsh reality. One of my favorites from you!
A thousand thanks for your lavish lauds. The poem sweetly and innocently lures the reader into thinking all is well, then wham bam in the punch line. Writing I believe often must make a statement and shake the reader out of complacency.
Hello, Margarida. I also enjoyed reading it. A child’s dream was lovely. I was wondering if she would continue her dream of having a child and living happily with her family. Well done.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks for your sweet words, Lotchie. Within 350 words, only the essence can be written about. Perhaps in a follow up story there will be children, heartaches and happiness. As the song “I never Promised You a Rose Garden” states-
“A long with the sunshine
There’s gotta be a little rain some time…”
❤