I Dream
Like a ripple in a pond,
A whisper in the wind,
I dream of how things might have been.
Your boyish grin
Your manly cleft shaped chin
Your chubby cheeks
Your soft blue eyes
Are dreams of days and weeks gone by.
Your first little giggle,
Your toes that you wiggled
Are memories that whisper now and then.
Like a ripple in a pond,
A whisper in the wind,
I can not help but cling to what you might have been.
Watching you take your first step as you eye your favorite toy to get.
Would it have been balls or blocks?
Or would it have been trucks or books?
I cannot know.
For like a ripple in a pond,
A whisper in the wind,
Your life was over when you became a victim of SIDS.
by Jewel Sample (printed with permission) © 9/15/2006
Tags: grief, hope