she thinks of dreams at twilight

When twilight comes to nestle at her door
and bids her lie, to settle into sleep,
she thinks of all the dreams she had before.
Her youthful dreams and schemes were filled with more
than laundry piles and tiles still needing sweep.

As twilight comes to nestle at her door,
the children tippie-toe across the floor
at hours when they should be counting sheep.
She thinks of all the dreams she had before
and wonders what else life might have in store.

While waiting for her evening tea to steep,
the twilight comes and nestles at her door,
stirring within a yearning to explore.
Of all her schemes, which ones might she still keep?
She thinks of all the dreams she had before.

With hair turned gray, she can no more ignore
the wrinkles ‘round her eyes she slowly reaps.
When twilight comes and nestles at her door,
she dreams to think of all she did before.