Dreams come. True.

Sometimes I read about dreams:
 following your dreams
  dreaming big
   daring to dream

and I wonder 

Whatever happened to my dreams?

Have I completely forgotten about them?

Am I waiting for something to change or just happen 

for them to come to pass?

Am I using my gifts and talents,

or are they getting moldy

underneath piles of burpcloths

or lost in the kitchen sink

with the soggy remains

of a baby's "dinner?"

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And then I hear myself

 in the middle of singing 

   the twentieth song 

    I've made up that day

     for my baby daughter

      

and I realize

(rock star. mom.)