I dreamed again of a little girl.
This time she was just a flutter,
that first little sensation of a life growing inside.
But I knew it was her.
She's been coming to me in my dreams,
reaching through the cosmic ether,
kissing my soul.
Sometimes she's a toddler, all grins and bustle.
Sometimes she's a small child, full of why and wonder.
I can't decide if this is a child who will come to me in future,
or the one I lost too early,
or some version of myself I'm being invited to embrace.
I know it makes me happy to know she's there,
waiting in my dreams,