Ethan Lee

Last night I had a dream.

I dreamt our future son.

He was four months old

And he had hair of gold.

Absolutely precious.

 

He had my grey-blue eyes

and your contagious smile.

His giggle warmed my heart.

He was a work of art.

He was just perfection.

 

I watched him grow older,

His life flashed before me.

What a smart little tike,

Learned how to ride a bike.

We were right beside him.

 

He did well in school and

His teachers adored him.

He could do anything,

Was good at everything.

He made his parents proud.

 

He walked across the stage,

With our eyes full of pride.

It filled me with such joy

To watch our little boy

Grow up to be a man.

 

But I had to wake up

And my heart was broken.

The joy had disappeared.

I cried since I feared

He will never exist.