In all the routine of daily life
being the mommy the maid and the wife
I often just sit and think of
what I used to want to be...
A singer in a country band,
a writer travelling to foreign lands,
a doctor with a healing touch,
an actress who was loved so much.
But I look around and all I see,
are dirty dishes and wounded knees,
clothes piled on the bathroom floor,
bills I didnt mail the day before.
Between snotty noses and family meals,
and loving kisses for wound to heal,
tucking my children into bed,
teeth getting brushed and prayers said,
I wonder what exactly would I change
If I could do this once again,
My life redone, from start to end,
and difference in the way my road bends.
And even though I can dream,
I'm still just happy being me,
and often find I wouldn't change
my life not one single thing.
for in the raising of my kids
I once again have life to give,
dreams undone they can attempt,
and in doing that my times well spent.
