blabla: I am interested in your other thread, but didn’t get the chance to write. Your piece is truly beautifully sad. I also wanted to tell you that I just read my diary, and I can say, I forget how HELPLESS I felt then. Blabla, I really do understand what you’re going through. Hang in there!
I wrote this last night:
Dreams
Like all little girls
With long bouncy curls,
When day turned into night,
I’d hug my pillow tight
And dream…
I’d see myself grow fast
I was a mother – at last!
I’d see myself scrubbing,
Cooking and rubbing,
Washing dirty faces,
Tying shoelaces…
I’d see the kids I’d nourish
And watch them flourish
I’d see my home so cozy,
My future – so rosy…
Time passed on
My innocence long gone
No curls framed my face
Of the dream there wasn’t a trace.
For my world had turned black
I was going off track
I was sucked into an abyss
And dreamed – for life’s bliss…
How I yearned for the dream of old
But I knew, it’ll never unfold
I have gone astray
Here I was – so far away…
My dream will IY”H soon take place
Hot tears flood my face
Hashem’s kept His watchful eye
On my dream and I.
He waited, for me to redeem
My lifelong sweet dream.