You said you saw our baby last night,
The one we will never have;
Our dream baby.
I was holding her
Against my shoulder
Blanket pulled up around her little head
And I turned to you and said something banal,
Like grab the bottle from the fridge, darling.
And we have found each other beyond
The years of babies.
You have yours and I have mine, already,
And they have all reached the far side
Of dog-tired
Midnight dream feeds
In a cedar rocking chair.
You and I have both already been
There;
This continent we will never walk together.
But I feel her now,
Our dream baby,
In everything.
She rests there in the gentle way you caress my face
As starlight plays across the blankets.
She clings close to your laughter,
Curled inside your fervent and unrelenting
Belief in me.
And in the mirrored chambers of your hazel eyes,
When I am laid beside you and softly
Humming my mother’s
Oldest
Lullaby;
It is there, I can feel her smile,
Our dream baby,
A love beyond ages,
A sacred creation
Between your soul and mine.
A dream my husband had the other night. We won't have our baby, but we have created, so entirely, something sacred.
