This Lovely Mess

Miracle

At night sometimes I watch you sleep

Little angel sighs against soft lullabies

As I’m reminded of how I dreamt of you,

All the years I dared not wish for you…

What was it now, 8-10 years?

A life-time and forever ago

Under a harvest sky amidst fireflies

I prayed, cried, and let the dream of you die…

But here you are, in flesh and bone

A marvel of a miracle–blessed

Staring at you, our little boy

A perfectly simple, unanticipated joy…

© Kristy Brungardt, 2021

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