Happy would-be birthday!
Today I am imagining your tiny fingers
and baby blue eyes.
I wonder, is your head topped by a crown of curls?
Maybe your eyes droop down at the edges, just like dad's do.
I wish I could feel the weight of you in my arms
and immerse myself in the sweet aroma of your skin.
I see in my mind the way your father cradles you in his arms,
a look of wonder and pride filling his eyes
as he tries to comprehend that you are his,
you are ours.
I long to kiss the soles of your feet
and feel your delicate hand wrapped around my fingers.
Every day I dream,
that you could have stayed.
Every day I pray that you may come back.
Boy or girl
blue eyes or brown
big or small
quiet or loud
you are loved my little one.
I like to imagine that you are happily waiting
patiently to rejoin us here.
I will try to be patient, too.
I will never cease to dream about you.
I will close my eyes and wait.
Your daddy & I are so pleased to belong to you.