Very few things make me beam more than the embrace of my mother,

Or the warm smile of my father

Childhood dreams, they curl around my thoughts,

But I’d never call them a bother

Memories of wishing that I was an astronaut,

And at the same time, playing in sand lots

Some dreams were grand, fantastical -- for instance:

I fondly remember dancing around as if I was a princess

Twirling around with my mother, pretending she was the queen

Holding the hands of my father, the king

They are my everything

They are the ones who allowed me to begin

Countless times have I fallen, but each time I get back up

Never a time when I simply gave up

Those dreams, they were too strong for me

And I couldn’t simply let them be

Some childhood dreams, they have always lingered in my mind

One lies strong, unyielding, never declined

I wished with my whole heart

That my parents and I would never depart