I Patiently Await
(To my unborn first child)
I dreamed of you one night long ago,
but a child myself I was.
Had a yearning to hold, to mother you– no rhyme, no reason
Never wished then for white horsed knights or lace and pearls
with ushered choreographed marches.
Seldom dreamt of handsome bridegrooms mouthing vows
beneath gauze covered arches. In splendor wonder I did dream of you:
small fists clutching my finger tight,
of rounded softness–baby flesh– upturned in perfect gurgled delight.
My baby child, of you, I dreamt,
you would make my half-world whole.
Your birth in my dreams, in my mind’s special eye has found immortality in my heart,
in my soul.
by Khadijah Ali-Coleman