Dreams

When I was young ~
I often dreamed,
Of what I'd accomplish,
What I would be.

I knew that having a family ~
Was definitely part of the plan.
I'd have a home,
With lots of great children ~
Be married to "the" perfect man.

Well when we are young,
Every goal seems realistic.
Its when we grow up -
That we start to see.
The doors aren't quite as open,
As you once thought them to be.

Becoming a mother,
I have acheived,
Anything greater,
I can't conceive.

My family is two,
Instead of three.
It's just my little boy and me.
But I am happy, so you see,
Part of a dream is plenty for me.