As I sit and I ponder on past reveries,
Dreams I once had that never came true.
Places I wanted to go, and things I yearned to do.
Held in this place, like a boat anchored at sea.
An ocean of wonder I had, knock knocking at my door.
But chances had slipped through the grip in my hands,
Fell to the shore and washed away with the sand.
A venture in life I’ll never get to explore.
But not all missed chances are unfortunate,
Sometimes that’s when simple pleasures prevail.
Tiny grip of a new baby’s hand, and your hearts been derailed.
Your new adventure has begun, one without a template.
A precious little one for you to love and to help grow.
Teacher, mother, confidant, and friend.
Not needed through only tomorrow, but until the very end.
This death of a dream had been foreknown.
So as I sit and ponder on my past reverie,
I smile in thought that any adventure I could take.
Not a boat, or plane, nor new pathway I could make,
Could ever bring as much joy and happiness as the life of a new mommy.