Reminiscent Dreams

I wrote a book titled "A Symphony of Love -Reveries & Passions" for my daughter who married on December 19, 2009. I have included this poem in the book.

 

Reminiscent Dreams

~Lisa M. Andrade

 

Ever since I was a young child, I had these dreams

of marrying the perfect man and giving birth

to our very own little bundle of joy;

a bouncing baby boy or girl,

a charming little prince or princess; a baby

to raise, nurture and shower with never-ending love.

 

In the winter of 1989 I was spellbound with love.

Mr. Right, my first, my last, the man of my dreams,

proposed to me on bended knee, “Darling, my baby,

will you marry me?” “YES! I will.” I exclaimed. A re-birth

of memories flashed back reminiscent to the ones I had as a little girl

dreaming about the perfect man, perfect marriage and a little bundle of joy.

 

July 28, 1989 marked the event of a lifetime - a celebration of joy;

the day we were showered with never-ending love;

blessed with an 8lb 12oz bouncing baby girl.

She was a beauty, all right, as perfect as in my dreams.

And from her first moments until her first, second and yet more birth-

days to come, I mark my father’s words & say, “You’ll always be my baby.”

 

Time flew by, never standing still; we grew, we aged, and my baby

had envisioned her own future celebrations and joy;

reminiscent of her mother’s same birth-

right of seeking a lifetime of nurturing, unending love

by marrying the perfect Mr. Right, the man of her dreams,

and being blessed with a prince or princess; a bouncing little boy or girl.

 

In the summer of 2008, my princess, all grown-up from being a little girl,

but even so, and for more birthdays to come, who’ll always be my baby,

called to tell me that her childhood dreams

had come true; she accepted the proposal as she exclaimed with joy,

from the first, the last, the most perfect man of never-ending love.

I was blessed to hear she’d found her prince...a secret I’d hoped for since her birth.

 

As time flies by, we grow old and age, except the memories of a new birth,

days gone by and our envisioned futures of when we were a little girl;

We have been blessed with the showers of nurturing love,

and to the most perfect grown-up princess I say, “You’ll always be my baby.”

May your big day be spellbound and filled with happiness and joy;

you and your prince are the most perfect celebration of reminiscent dreams.

 

Reminiscent dreams bring bundles of joy;

Memories of a new birth; happiness and love.

And my little girl will always be my baby.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful story. When dreams fall right. Life can be very good. I have four children. Seeing their happiness and success brought peace to my old heart. A excellent poem.
Coyote