Sometimes I dream of you...
You are a baby. We cuddle. You coo. I can smell your sweet breath.
Our hearts beat as one.
Sometimes I dream of you...
You are a cancer warrior. Bald as a cue ball. Spunky and strong. I fight for you to live.
I struggle, helplessly, as I watch you die.
Sometimes I dream of you...
You are a child who has never known cancer. Your blond curls bounce in the breeze.
Your brown eyes penetrate my soul.
You speak with a wisdom far beyond your years.
Sometimes I dream of you...
You are older. Or younger. It is not you...and yet it is.
Your hair and eyes are of a different hue.
And yet I know that it is you.
And then I wake up.
And you are gone.
It's not enough.