Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Child of My Heart

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In my dreams
(my mother-self dreams)
I dreamed you

dreamed you
  filling up
    my empty arms
dreamed us
mother and child.

In my longing
(my mother-self longing)
I cried inside
to see young children
clutching their mothers' hands
(my own were
   so utterly
      empty then)
and friends
all having babies
(such an easy thing to do) --

while I
waited and
waited (forever,
      it seemed)
child of my heart
for you.

Carol Spear Stewart is mother to two wonderful daughters. Her work has appeared in Muscadine Lines, Collage, and Night Writers. She is a former teacher and magazine editor, and is currently working on her first novel.

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