My mom had a dream that I would
finish college.
I pray it comes true.
I had a dream of motherhood.
I am unsure about that, too.
Dreams seem like ice castles
washed away by the sea.
Hope seems so tangible
of dreams yet to be.
Poems of my fathers draw near
- Gisella Perezarce
- Pasadena, California, United States
- Inspired by the poems of my great-grandfather, grandmother, and my father, my sister and I continue to write. This is a simple offering of mine.
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