“What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars!”
― Jodi Picoult
Yes, I’ve had dreams of you,
in tranquil shades of wordless wonderment,
where forgiveness brought me to my knees,
released this captive,
broke the chains.
I needed you to behold my countenance,
with parental pride,
to call me lovely,
and though I dissappointed you
my penance has been too long!
In pity now I fly,
back to where the bond
and here I am with heart in hand,
my subliminal memory
knows your sorry woes.
On the ground of instability,
you failed to recognize my worth,
but light has an immensity of healing,
On this day to your remembrance,
I’ve touched your immortal soul.
suffering is vanquished,
beyond the realms of lucid visions,
I dreamed you were watching over me…
Oh stars that shine,
to carry out my request,
and in the moon’s hallowed light
I see your eyes
proclaim me worthy.
Your pride outspoken in my dreams!