What did your mother dream of, when you were but a thought in her mind? A bud waiting to blossom within her? What desires did she have on your behalf? What world did she want you to grow up in?
What did you dream of, as a little girl? What whimsies tickled your mind and set your imagination soaring? What secrets did the wind whisper in your young ears? What did your eyes, sharper with youth, see and discover?
What did you dream of, as a young maiden? What longings caught your breath, flushed your cheeks, and set your heart to racing? What passions stirred your mind and carried you to new horizons?
What did you dream of, as a new mother? What fears and hopes did you hold within you, embodied in a precious seed? What did the world look like, seen anew through the eyes of your child?
What did you dream of, in your middle age? With the children now grown, and your life yours to live again? Was it hard to dream for yourself?
What did you dream of, as a new grandmother? What did the world look like, seen through a child’s eyes?
What did you dream of, in your last years? With memory slowly fading, could you remember your dreams of ages past?
Did you feel light and buoyant for the next adventure, or weighted down by regrets?
What did you dream of, in your final breath?
Did your dreams ever come true?