Some dreams are born
While we are young
And never fulfilled,
They are passed on
To our offspring
And so my daughter rides
The horses I once dreamed of
And I watch in wonder as
She moves in harmony
With the creature of my dreams
The horse I so desired,
But, I am not jealous
Nor filled with regret
Her dream is now fulfilled,
And I am content.
~Kathie Adams Brown (May 16, 2010)
OSI Prompt 118: LOVE
Kathi, your poem rings so true - we are happier for what our children achieve than we would be for ourselves I think. thank you for your kind and thoughtful comments on blogging. I think we all started out with excitement at the new outlet for our creativity, but then started wondering about its value. I \'m sure I'll continue for a while. Thanks again.
ReplyDeleteTo understand and share your child's passion for something is a wonderful bond. Your daughter rides, but you are right there with her. How beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your visits, Kathie. It's so good to see you posting again!
how lovely to meet a dream through another. Thank you for your supportive comments.
ReplyDeleteYou can still hold on to your ideal about the horses. It´s always perfect in dreams, without the endless hours of taking care of the horse.
ReplyDeleteWell, som of mine childhood's dream have come true, I mad them.
ReplyDeleteThe Moon
shines
on a cat
Meow
My Poems
Yours,
- Peter Ingestad, Sweden
This is lovely Kathy! Horses, always something to love, in life and dreams. How proud you must be to watch your daughter ride.
ReplyDeleteI love this! ~Jess
ReplyDeleteI love this! ~Jess
ReplyDeleteThis is very nice. I felt your satisfaction as I read.
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