My Unborn Son

I had a glimpse of my son before he was born! It came to me in a vivid dream, where I clearly saw him , my own bundle of joy. He was nestled in the warmth and comfort of my arms, staring back at me with fathomless brown eyes filled with love and trust for the woman who gave birth to him. It felt as if our bond was created before he was even conceived. At first he could not figure out how to suckIe and I clearly remember guilding his tiny head towards my breast for nourishment. God, it felt good to be embraced in a moment of life and love. As i reached out to stroke his face- then came the familiar sound of my alarm clock. I tried to hang on to the teethers of the dream but i had to get up and face life – the reality of perhaps never meeting my son …..

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