My Child | Paula Acton
When I think of all the things
You have been and meant to me,
All the things you could have been,
Paths left devoid of footprints.
At first you were a fantasy
A game played as a child
Then left, abandoned, far behind.
Next you were a nightmare
A burden, to be avoided at all costs.
Gradually the horror fades
With the ticking of the clock.
Once again you fill my dreams
And I run towards you, not away.
From there you become reality
The spark within my soul
And of my flesh you cultivate
A body of your own.
Time passes as you grow and change
An entity in your own right.
Until finally you greet the world
Perfect in every way.
You learn to walk, run and talk
A new discovery every day.
But fate it is a fickle thing