The small child sleeps
Mouth pursed open
Forming a tiny O
His soft brown curls damp and ruffled
From slumber.
Tiny babe lying there
He barely stirs
Only to tighten his hold
Around his treasures
A tattered blanket and a well-loved teddy.
Oh my perfect dream child
Will you ever be a reality
I can picture you so clearly
Nestled gently in my loving arms
Oh my sweet baby
How sad I am
That I may only picture the day you will come
But cannot live it.