Broken Dreams

From the last relationship before my husband

Broken dreams 

Before There Was Love - 1989

I dreamed a dream…

A life where I was happy.

I loved and was loved.

A gentle lover held my hand

And showed me the way to joy.

Our love gave us precious treasure,

The gift of sweet laughter,

The patter of tiny feet…

Myself, a mother looking on…

My lover, a father smiling gently…

Our children dancing joyfully about him.

I dreamed a dream…

A broken dream I couldn’t make true.

In waking truth I am alone.

The lover who held my hand

Led me only to pain.

My love returned no treasure…

Only pain and regret,

Bewilderment and betrayal…

Only the sound of retreating steps…

Myself, a woman alone, looking on…

My lover, a fading shadow, deeping pain…

Our children a broken dream,

Cutting deep as a knife in the night.

by D. Denise Dianaty

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh if only all our dreams could come true,,, it would be so nice… then again we wouldn't appreciate them as much when they do come true.

[MomzillaNC]

Well, my dreams did eventually come true in greater measure than I could ever have hoped for. Most of my other poems are about how my dreams came true, many of which you've read. And yes, that bad old past has made me deeply and without fail appreciative -- it taught me to live a life of gratitude.