Monday, October 12, 2009

The Child's Face.

The Child's Face

Last night I dreamt I had a child,
Small and newly-born,
But not from my frail womb

He came to me by a brother
Who carried him in his arm
Alongside my bright-eyed nephew

My older kin acted routinely,
But I knew something was different,
This child's face was special and new

So I took him in my arms
Holding our hearts together
And in that moment knew:

He was mine.

Written 10.12.09 @ 9:36 PM

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