Sometimes I will dream of a child.
One with blonde hair and blue eyes, just like me.
A boy with a troubled attitude and a cheeky smile.
One that I raise with a tall, kind man.
A son who makes me happy, who brings light into my life.
And then I wake up...
I lay in bed, tears falling down my face.
I often grieve the child I never had, the child that doesn\'t exist.
Sometimes I sit and think about him, about who the son in my dreams would grow up to be.
And I wonder, what if I never have that child?
what if I can\'t have children, what if I can\'t bring a new life into this world?
I worry about him, about if he\'s okay.
Maybe it\'s just a mothers love.