i write this to you because i don’t know whether you’ll ever exist
other than in my heart
and the gleam in my mind’s eye
i dream about you sometimes
at night or while waking
all my plans for feeding clothing schooling
loving you
with a mother’s extravagance and intensity
last week i held a baby
walked up and down halls
letting her touch things that took her fancy
i sang minor-key lullabies under my breath
let her clutch my fingers
as she toddled forward
i realized i wanted a home
a man strong and gentle
and in love with God before me
who would softly whisper
sweetheart
in my hair
and sons and daughters
to love and train together
in anguish and heartbreak
in wonder, enraptured, astonished
but what if you aren’t to be?
that could be the saddest thing
or the most beautiful
time is held in stronger Hands
than mine
the best is hidden from view this side but i’ll keep waiting
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