There are Two Bequests We Give Our Children~~Author Unknown
I dreamed a dream while recounting yellow forget-me-nots,
entailing the coming of a life I was to bear.
He was to be strong, an enigmatic force of nature, a seminal soul,
with heart wide open, a vacuous cavity ready for its fill.
I poured and I poured what was within me, dutifully producing the
purposeful alchemy, feeding its gestation.
The nurtured seed grew and grew as the burgeoning belly exploded with innate beauty and abundance,
like a well written sonnet, the cascade of illuminating fireworks, or the bedecked night sky, revealing the dance of constellations, an intimate signal that life was bountiful and filled with hope.
I dreamed a dream while recounting yellow forget-me-nots, in the restoration of faith, and the prophecy that a new life can bring to fruition.
The trajectory of good and evil, the relinquishing of control; it is in His hands, like a metronome; I am carried along by its pendulous movement, and in my head the vibrato that summons my clarion call. This child of mine has rewritten the prior vacancy that had left me bare; I am now open and ready to receive.