I dreamt that we were in a garden, which was also a playground.
There was a white filigree bench,
And yellow daffodils.
There were lush strips of grass,
And swings and toys
Where your children were playing nearby.
I was watching myself, and you, from a short distance.
I wore a white lace dress
And was younger and prettier than I really am.
You wore brown cords and a beige henley
And your hair was long and loose.
You said, "you're having a girl," and then I realized why my dress flowed the way it did.
I knew you were right, that this was one of those little intuitions that land in your hand like gifts.
I was smiling, glad for your being there,
As I felt something circle within me
Like a flock of birds,
Spiralling up through my heart, through me,
Like a blessing, like happiness,
Like that welcome visitor