There was a time when, while at the store,
I would pick up a bead-making kit
and imagine that someday I will be helping
my daughter make the finest of jewelry.
There was a time when I would set up the train set
under the Christmas tree and imagine that someday,
it will be for my son when he awakens
bright-eyed and cheery.
The magic of childhood revisited through the eyes of my
children was a time I so eagerly anticipated.
To help them grow
To help them laugh
To help them learn
To help them love
Bruises I would ice
Cuts I would bandage
When they cried I would be there for the comfort they needed
When they hurt I would be there to tell them how wonderful
and special they were
I would watch them grow into adults and marry, the special someone
they deserved
To watch them take flight and share their gifts with the world
My heart would be filled with a warmth of love and a job well done
And in my old age I would watch, with the eyes of a child, as their
children grew in the world.
Yet these are all but dreams
Unrealized and ungarnered
As I drift solitary into time without the gift of another
