Daydreams

Daydreams
 
When I was little
         time was limitless
I could daydream
         and daydream
                  and daydream
Everyday
         all day long
                  and not worry
                           about time
In my teens,
         time sped up a bit
I had school, and friends, and crushes
         and
a part time job…. Oh, and also
         planning for college
         and a career
                  But . . .
I still had time to daydream
         and daydream
                  and daydream
Everyday
         But . . .
not all day long
 
And then, all of a sudden, the time for
daydreams . . .
became less and less
a job, love, marriage, a house, kids, a dog, bills
         doctor appointments, holiday prepping,
caring for my parents, laundry, cooking . . .
An endless list of doing
        became my life…
       I’d sneak in a daydream here and there
                  with my kids
                           But
                  time was moving swiftly . . .
                  and alas . . .
                  daydreams died…
Until one day,
I sat on the shore and stopped . . .
         the whirlwind of my life for a few moments
                           and
it was there that I reflected upon the years
                  that moved by so swiftly…
 
My grandkids
         playing and
         building castles in the sand
         beckoned me to join them . . .
And so
         I did
            and we laughed
                           and we played
                  and then . . .
We walked along the shore and gathered sea shells
         one by one,
                  as the sun set against the sky . . .
We stopped by a bench
         and stared at the vibrant colors of red, orange, purple and blue
                  that painted the sky
and we talked about dreams,
theirs, mine and ours. . .
                  and daydreams returned to my life
                           this time
                                    to stay
                                             Ria