I had a dream about my son last night, starting at his birth.
My heart was filled with joy knowing, what this little life was worth.
His soft green eyes, round bright face and locks of unkempt hair.
When he smiled at me, my heart did melt, it was not the least bit fair.
But then the dream did start to blur, as reality was closing in.
And with that knowledge I felt so blue, and hoped to be back this way again.
I lay there silent in the dark, willing the sadness to go.
I hope this glimpse is a promise, and not the son I never know.