THE DREAM COME ALIVE
She holds her
In her arms...
She rocks her
Gently.
Her dream
Has taken breath
How precious she is...
The world beyond
Is cruel
It snatches the soul
Leaving the body
Bereft and unwhole.
How can she
Protect the one
She has birthed?
Shall she keep
Her young
Forever in an
Embrace
Or will it be
Easier to
Hold her prisoner
Instead of letting
Her fall
Into the traps
Of bad fate?
She must be
Happy...
The little one
Must live
And not wilt away
As she did...
How will it
Come to be
The joy of
The living dream?
Tears flow
Like slow moving
Streams...
She knows
Let her go, she has to
If she wants her
To live and not
Just be...
One day ,the
Living dream
Will hold her own
Dream come to
Life..
She will then
Know
The best way to
Decide
On how to
Let her
Little one
Live her life...!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
