I had a strange dream this morning.
People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one
And we've just begun, think I'm gonna have a son
I was looking at myself, eight months pregnant. My hair is long, to my waist. I am smiling. It is warm, the sun is filtering lazily through the trees in the yard. My toes are painted red. My dress is loose and long with tiny red roses on it, trimmed with lace. I push my hair away from my face as a soft breeze comes by. I smile at someone and reach out my hand, he reaches back. I realized it was him, holding the camera.
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign
Strong and kind, and the little boy is mine
The baby is born. His older brother asks to hold him. I show him how to hold the tiny child. They are beautiful. Their eyes are big and brown, framed by long lashes, just like their daddy. Their hair is blonde, almost white. The older one is golden brown from running around outside. We're in a living room that is all white. He sets down the camera and all that can be seen is our laps. His hand creeps into mine as his son holds the new baby.
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove
Conceived in love, sun is gonna shine above
The little ones are older. They run around in the back yard at their Grandparents house, down on the dock by the water. The oldest throws a red ball in and laughs. His brother screams. I run down to the dock laughing, hair streaming behind me like a cape. I fish the ball out of the water and hand it to the littlest one. I look back up the hill at their father and we share a smile as our children hug me.
And in the mornin' when I rise
You bring a tear of joy to my eyes
We are in bed together. Sun streams through the curtains and bathes the room in white light. The ocean can be heard in the background. He plays with a strand of my hair. He kisses my hands and pulls me close to him. As we kiss we hear "Mama... Daddy?" There, at the door, are our boys. The little one is dragging a cat with him, like a ragdoll. The cat looks annoyed, but complacent. He nods at them and I wave my hands, motioning for them to come in. They pile in bed, cat and all. The oldest starts talking about the beach and our eyes meet above our children. Tears form in his eyes.
Now I see a family where the once was none
People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one
And we've just begun, think I'm gonna have a son
I was looking at myself, eight months pregnant. My hair is long, to my waist. I am smiling. It is warm, the sun is filtering lazily through the trees in the yard. My toes are painted red. My dress is loose and long with tiny red roses on it, trimmed with lace. I push my hair away from my face as a soft breeze comes by. I smile at someone and reach out my hand, he reaches back. I realized it was him, holding the camera.
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign
Strong and kind, and the little boy is mine
The baby is born. His older brother asks to hold him. I show him how to hold the tiny child. They are beautiful. Their eyes are big and brown, framed by long lashes, just like their daddy. Their hair is blonde, almost white. The older one is golden brown from running around outside. We're in a living room that is all white. He sets down the camera and all that can be seen is our laps. His hand creeps into mine as his son holds the new baby.
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove
Conceived in love, sun is gonna shine above
The little ones are older. They run around in the back yard at their Grandparents house, down on the dock by the water. The oldest throws a red ball in and laughs. His brother screams. I run down to the dock laughing, hair streaming behind me like a cape. I fish the ball out of the water and hand it to the littlest one. I look back up the hill at their father and we share a smile as our children hug me.
And in the mornin' when I rise
You bring a tear of joy to my eyes
We are in bed together. Sun streams through the curtains and bathes the room in white light. The ocean can be heard in the background. He plays with a strand of my hair. He kisses my hands and pulls me close to him. As we kiss we hear "Mama... Daddy?" There, at the door, are our boys. The little one is dragging a cat with him, like a ragdoll. The cat looks annoyed, but complacent. He nods at them and I wave my hands, motioning for them to come in. They pile in bed, cat and all. The oldest starts talking about the beach and our eyes meet above our children. Tears form in his eyes.
Now I see a family where the once was none
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