On Wishing a Dream and Baring my Soul

I'm a very nostalgic person and tend to fall into daydreams of things that will never be. When I was younger, I wrote many poems and stories under these sad spells; now that I'm a bit--just a tiny bit--older and have kids, thinking about them growing so fast will make me cry, happy and sad at the same time. I'm also an irremediable insomniac, and it is during these sleepless hours that I give up to my nostalgic side and shed a tear or two, content that everybody is asleep and I don't have to explain my foolish state of mind. 

So, back a few weeks ago, my little one lost her fist tooth. She was ecstatic and I was so sad, realizing I no longer have babies in my house. That night I gave free reign to the feelings inside me and I came up with this little poem. I think many of you will understand what was going through my mind. Hope you like it. By the way, it still doesn't have a name, so any ideas are welcome.

This summer. Little One to the left, Big Sis to the right. But I bet that t-shirt gave her up.

I've got a pair of treasures I've taken care of for many moons now.    

These treasures I envelop between cotton layers every night.            

Tonight I remember the sleepless nights that will never be back,        

I toss and turn with memories of happiness and sadness long past,     

And I give thanks for the time spent--May it never end, I ask my stars.              

Time, the eternal equalizer, I can never stop it in its path                                    

if at least you could promise me my treasures will never wither and die.            

Take my soul, paint my hair all white, mark my skin with your steady hand,      

but never, oh, never take my treasures away from my hands.                              

Weeks turn into months and years inevitably pass by,                      

one day after another, relentless like the tide.                                      

When winter turns to spring in a never-ending cycle of life,               

Promise me one day I'll hear the echo of small new treasures' laughs.                

I have a pair of treasures I know one day will no longer be mine,                       

when the time comes for their happiness to lay in some one else's path,              

I hope they remember the worth inside their minds,                            

I hope they remember I can live forever in their hearts.                       

Just a couple of years ago, the offending tooth still in place.

My husband will kill me, but the three of them were snoring. 

Now you know why I can't sleep.