The news was miraculous, a new time in my life, one I awaited for so long.
I dreamt a dream one dreary day, it brought me to my knees
It was of my life with my family, a brood of two or three.
I smiled at them all, kids and wife in tow,
I dreamt that dream one day, and now its sorrow I sow.
The dream took a twist and intermingled in the mourning myst, are my thoughts of what was, and what will never be.
We endured the months of agony, the undecided fate
We couldn't shake the fact the doctor had given us a due date.
For time it slowed, it meandered, as if a river by design
and closer to this miracle time, was lost a valiant child.
They fought the good fight, they survived much that doctors did not feel possible,
and now I remember with my soul part of me that will never be.
The unforgotten love I feel is in me day to day, I only hope to share it with the family that remains.
I am not alone in sorrow, not the only one,
I wish I could see through her eyes the love that she does feel,
It is now we travel to see this miracle, a hommage in a field
Untouched and unforgotten, my love lingers on.
We survive for them, our dear ones who moved on,
Its with them in mind we struggle, we fight to carry on.
The unforgotten love I have is not for her alone, it is for the dream I once dreamt and how I wish to continue to have a happy home,