a mothers love

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.