I dreamed I had a daughter.
She was dark-haired with big, searching eyes. She was small & quiet, quick & happy. She was the happiest when I was near her.
She loved to babble about the silliest yet the most intriguing things. She ceaselessly asked questions, danced goofy little dances, sang nonsense songs that meant the world to me.
I miss her. I hope I meet her one day. I hope she has a brother—oh! with my dearest’s sweet lips & strong hands… I hope I dream of him when I fall back to sleep.