Dreams by P.J. Pierre
My dreams consume my thoughts;I do not dream of material things like most thought.I dream endlessly,I dream of caring for my family,I dream of making my mom proud of me,show her im appreciative for all the things she has done for me.I dream of giving her all she wants and more,peace and quiet, maybe a new house, all that she is worth and has worked for.I dream of giving my pops what he hoped for so long,the idea of "the perfect son",whom in his dreams rises to every occasion,who leads the congregation,all the while still having time to become the best at the medical profession.Anyway....... I dream,I dream of providing for my siblings,I dream of filling their lives with countless blessings.Never again...