(I like the idea of fatherhood.  I always have.  No child on the way at the time of this entry, but it makes me smile.  Day 216…)

I have just closed my eyes again, climbed aboard the Dream Weaver train…

In my dreams
I’ve seen you
Someone who exists in theory
Though you’re not yet twinkle in my crystal ball

Why am I compelled to cherish you?
Why does my heart make room for you
If I’m not sure you will ever be
Are you my premonition?
Wrapped in receiving blankets
Staring back through your mother’s eyes
And smiling with the one dimple I get when I’m truly, truly happy?

You gorgeous concoction of all that is good about me
Should you decide to bless me with your presence
I’m ready..