I dreamed a particular dream,
a dream of love, of motherhood.
I made promises, bargained with God.
Then you danced into my life,
Always insisting, intelligent,
“Why did God have to make spiders?”
And with tears, “Do dogs go to heaven?”
You never seem to slow down, to catch your breath,
nor I, mine.
You rush by, then stop and return.
Arms around my neck,
“I love you, Mommy!”
Squeezing until I can’t breathe.
But I don’t mind,
who needs breath?
You are so beautiful,
so furious, so tender, so mischievous.
I know the look, your eyes so sly,
looking to one side while
the smile of a rascal
plays across your lips.
Your anger is larger than you.
You purse your mouth
and wrinkle your brow and huff and puff,
storming off to your room.
Moments later, you return, all forgotten,
ready to play.
My life was empty until you came.
I struggled to find something
more than me, a love unmatched.
You came and changed it all,
lit up the room.
You are my dream come true .