The Dream

This isn’t what I imagined,
When I dreamt of my life.
I didn’t know I wanted babies,
Until I lost one.

Then one became two, and
Two become three.
As the losses piled up,
So did the grief.

And I’m left dreaming of
Perfect little fingers, and
Perfect little toes.
And hoping for a life that
I’m not sure I’ll ever know.

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