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
