Like a Dream

Sometimes they seem like a dream,
These baby twins, far away …
Their names, genders, birthday we know
But the rest still a mystery remains.

Their faces which we cannot see –
Their soft baby skin we can’t touch.
Their eyes which can’t look into ours,
And know that we love them so much.

Sometimes I think we’ve imagined
All we believe that we know,
And one day I’ll wake up from dreaming
And find that it just isn’t so.

But then I imagine them here,
Our children all playing together –
And I know that we’ll keep on believing
Until we’re a family, forever.

-shg 03.01.08