mothering pt. 4

As I have gotten older
I have made my dreams smaller
and in turn
they are more important
Being that movie star sounds nice
but it's not as important 
as being a mother
to this little boy
feeling his chest expand
and contract 
with his vibrant breathing
Being on a bright stage 
isn't as valuable 
as whispering 
over and over 
"I love you, my darling girl"
to my brilliant daughter
as I sip my coffee 
and hope hard that this world will be kind to them
Holding always
to the dream
that my children will only know love
and kindness
and that they will tuck some here 
and a little there
all over the pockets of the world