Dream
Eva Suzanne and Adam Michael,
those were the names you would have had,
you black haired, green eyed children of my heart.
I dreamed you for so long,
I longed so for you in dreams,
I now feel your presence around every corner,
just beyond my peripheral sight, waiting.
I had already had my three living babes
when I met your father once more.
Before me, he was convinced
his two living children were all he would have
but he soon began to dream you as well.
“In the next life . . . ” we tell each other,
“when we’re together again . . . ” we always say,
you will come to us, be fully present,
be ours, be real.
Until then, dream, dear souls.
We will meet again.
The bittersweet of this piece was beautifully laid out.
Deborah,
Thank you! The heart knows what it wants, even if it just isn’t possible.
Loved this one, too. I know you have touched on this aspect of your life in the past, but this one rings with a time/perspective feeling only those two things can provide.
Thank you, I believe you’re right. It feels this year as though I’ve worked out a lot of the grief driven things I used to write about and have moved on to a different sort of writing without even being aware of it until the marathon began. Turns out sustained happiness really does change a person. 😉