I’m the infant that steadily
sleeps. And only flutters her eyes
when she's all set to eat. I’m also the baby
that creeps around the house. And

the toddler that bounces with
energy like Mickey mouse on
a trampoline. I’m the young girl with big
dreams, dancing on stardust and

moonbeams. But I’m also
the indolent teenager that flirts
with the boys and is punished for
my vitriolic behavior. I'm the woman

standing on the train in stilettos
riding to the office. Making plans for
vacation. Pushing papers all week till
the weekend when I can

hit the beach. I'm the same woman
that now carries an infant
in her womb. And buys a house
with larger rooms and a backyard with
a swing and slide. Two fury kittens

inside. And I see fluttering eyes
looking at me, creeping around the house
with energy like Mickey mouse, that flirt with
girls and takes trains. And so too, have dreams,
just not the same.