| Carol
wrote this beautiful poem
on the day her son was born...
My
Dream
I
dream of the day you will be able
to tell me with your words
where it hurts
when you are sick.
I dream of the day you stand
at the end of the driveway
waiting for the school bus with your sister.
I dream of the day you graduate high school, as I shout,
"THAT’S MY BOY!" while they call your name
and you walk across the stage.
I even dream of the day you come home
and tell me you’ve fallen in love
and are marrying the girl of your dreams.
And if these dreams are not meant to be, my dear son,
then I dream of the day I greet you in heaven
and meet my son - complete and whole
and perfect for the first time.
You will never disappoint me, my son,
even if these dreams don’t come true.
For your value to me is not in these dreams,
but in the blessing of having known and loved YOU.
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