Nostalgia

My mother recently came across a book of my poems that I wrote almost 18 years ago. I truly can't believe it has been that long.

She has asked me to blog one of them. (Please remember, I was a teenager...)

Dreams
by Leslie M Cesario
May, 1988

Sometimes I wish my dreams would come true,
like everyone else's seem to do.
My dreams may be big, or may be small,
but it's better than having no dreams at all.

I dream about peace throughout the earth,
and having things, no matter how much they're worth.
Or possibly having love at first sight,
having more friendships between the black and white.

I dream they find cures for all types of cancers,
have little girls become wonderful dancers.
Watch little boys grow into big, strong men,
and having friendships last 'til the end.

I know some of my dreams may not come true,
but most of my dreams, I hope they do.

It has been years since I looked or even thought about these poems.

So much in my life has changed, in that 18 years, since I wrote them. I have had the opportunity to meet so many different people, each encounter, leading me to different life experiences.

Yet, the most amazing thing to me, after reading and writing this, is that I became aware that the foundation of my dreams have maintained the same throughout the years. They have just continued to grow and mature, as I have.