When I was a young girl
playing dolls, I dreamt of
being a mother.
My child and I wore
matching outfits,
laughed non-stop, and played
tea-party and ball
under endless blue skies.
We told our secrets only to each
other, and the marshmellow clouds
floating above.
My strong, smart husband
was at work, at a Very Important
Job, and would come home smiling,
bringing gaily wrapped packages,
for you and I.
Childhood dreams fade
into reality, although the
desires behind them
do not.
Reality is quite different,
yet is also fulfulling.
Even as an adult,
I keep on dreaming
as you will too.
I want endless blue skies
for you, and
brightly wrapped presents
for no apparent reason.
I want to hear your laughter,
and know that you feel safe
and loved.
I want a bond between us
that neither time nor distance
can break.
Most of all, I want you to know that
I loved the idea of you
before you were born,
loved you more when I
felt your first kick in my belly,
and fell head over heels
when I first saw your face,
and held you soft and warm in my arms.
My mothers love will never die,
and even my childhood dreams
have not died, but changed, with wisdom
and time.
My wish now is that all
your dreams will come true.

~ by Terri Luke