The dreams that we hold about having our children… and the reality given and the new dreams held
Dreams of all my life
The children we always wished for
Years go by like lightning
But the expectations soar
Wanting perfection
Working day and night for our bread
Trying to observe each smile,
accomplishment, and word said
When the progression is difficult
than the way you thought
it can be easy to despair;
when the child doesn’t speak, you doubt
The deafness and the silence, and even times with speech,
yet centered in their self fulfillment,
yet merged with our duty and responsibility
can make you wonder where meaning went
Others don’t understand
the way our lives progress
only in humor can we survive
The surroundings can appear a mess
and the heart, indeed, can be torn
as the love is strong as fire
burning in fierce protection
knows how their odds are dire
Chasing a boy, so active and bright,
running in glee
before he breaks the dishes
and plugs cords into electricity
The older child, a man,
yet speechless he is
locked in his world, caught,
yet we glory at each new task taught
We watch for each new joy
yet fight for rights unknown
the road is full of mire
but the Light of God is shown
copyright criscollrj.com dori 11/24/07
