Unreachable Dream
"Wake-up, before the world, leaves you behind!", my
grandmother wrote on the chalk board one day.
I was stunned, when I saw those words, written large,
as if with anger, and those words, did have much more
to say. Walking though the greenhouse that attached the garage
to our home, half sober, my head down in guilt, Grandma
didn't raise me this way.
That was ten years ago, ten years I might have not seen,
not even on that day.
Unreachable dream, to be with her.
Unreachable dream, smile when she kisses me on the face.
Unreachable dream, give her the first book, of the life
we shared. She raised me, and then the table turned, those
ten years, to her, I gave.
Wonder sometimes, if Gods will for me, is to change the world,
with just the story
of my life.
Unreachable dream, is that, what it may just have to be.
Mark Bicsak
