During the uncertain years before Anthony and I were engaged, I had a very strange certainty that twirled around in my mind, and whirled around in my stomach. So, one day, I sat down in my little bedsit and wrote about our son-to-be. I sent the poem to Anthony:
THE DREAMCHILD
He waits in a misted capsule
At the corner of my mind
And my thoughts scatter
Through him
Warming cooling him wrapped
A wisp
A fingerbreath of being peering through
Door ajar
A bloodlight outline here
Out of veiled velvet space
The colour of him blinked
Inked in jagged clear
An extension of you
Joined at this corner of misted mind
Seated crosslegged child
A particled preconception
Of something certain
And certain now he waits
For you
His strange cry smiles sunwashed
Into the beating
Beating silence marking time
Timeless
And silence like blue blue air
Sponged cool
His patience a single crimson flame
Poised
Dancing pivot
Of something certain
And certain he waits
Waiting now
We wait
For you
He waits at the corner for you
My child to be
And a few years late, the dreamchild turned into Ming!
jmgoyder 
Know I ‘liked’ this and commented once before, but as it seems this is a re-run – I will say again how much I adore this piece… even read it out loud to my hubby 🙂 xo
If your husband is anything like mine was, he would probably roll his eyes – hehe!
LOL… yes yes yes 🙂
Men!
🙂
Wow Julie. So beautiful and to have that feeling then must have given you a quiet strength. I know it would have given me that feeling.
It was an accidental repost from my other blog – I am quite sure now that I must have hit the wrong button when trying to transfer various posts from one blog to the other – silly me!
happy accident then.
the love you shared with me for a child unborn, is so beautiful and precious, thank you for letting me into that part of your life
Yes, I remember being uncertainly certain – ha!
WOW! This is so beautiful dear Julie… so beautiful… Thank you, love, nia
An accidental repost but oh well!!
Did Anthony have anything to say about the poem?
At the time his response was of the ‘no comment’ kind!
My parents both had a dream one night where a child asked if he could be born into our family. They declined, as my brother was the work of 5 children already, but I often wonder what it would have been like having a younger brother. Of course, that would have made me a middle child, but I have issues anyway!
Lovely poem, J.
That is so interesting!
I loved this what a great piece of writing,
Thanks – it was an accidental repost!
This is so beautiful!
Thanks – it was in the other blog before.
We’re glad we saw it 🙂
YOu are the best dogs Bella and Didi!
This is an absolutely wonderful poem.
Why thank you!
Curious how Anthony saw this poem? How old were you? Why am I not surprized that such tender beauty should come from you?
I was 30ish and he was 50ish. His response at the time was no response/