Here's a poem about the sadness of dreams that go unfulfilled.
Dance
Dance
said my little girl,
dance
as she twirled the way I used to
whenever mother put on her tap shoes
and made the dining room her personal
stage
she said she was revisiting the remnants
of discarded dreams
the same way Grandma would
jump in and out of old photographs
I never quite understood
till I married
and started having children
of my own
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