Your Dreams

by Justine C. Tajonera

I watched you this morning,
your eyelids fluttering
with dreams.
As I swept your hair
from your forehead
I thought about my
great dreams
for you.

I paused as the sunlight
left a dappled palette
on your cheek.

My dreams are
different
from yours.

I can only guess at
what moves you
to frown or smile
as you sleep.

All I know is that
I will never tire
of watching you
grow and reach
beyond me
towards some
unknown future
I will
never see.

For Badger
(June 16, 2010)
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