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