For a child unborn but flew wings and grew…

 There are experiences in life that defy words, emotions so profound they are almost impossible to capture. This is a story of one such experience—the story of a mother who held her first child in her heart but never in her arms. I often find myself wondering who you might have been. Would you have had your father’s laugh, my eyes, a curious mind, or a mischievous grin? I picture the first steps you’d take, the laughter that would fill the room, and the sleepless nights I’d have spent just watching you breathe, counting every tiny miracle of you. But fate had other plans, and I never got to hold you on this side of life. In a way, you remained forever pure, untouched by the world’s burdens and pains. Maybe that’s why I feel a quiet peace, even amid the aching void you left behind. I tell myself that in another place, somewhere beyond time and space, you exist—whole and vibrant, waiting for me. Sleep brings a gentle solace, for in my dreams, you are real. In that soft twilight, I see your face. I feel your hand in mine, and in those fleeting moments, I am whole. You are the child who grew wings—a soul who touched mine and flew to places beyond my reach. Yet, I feel your presence in the soft flutter of leaves, in the quiet of dawn, in the stars that glimmer as night falls. Dreams are gifts in themselves, tiny miracles that grant me brief glimpses of you, like stolen moments from a story that ended too soon. And though I cannot reach you, each dream reminds me that love knows no bounds; it crosses beyond life and loss, beyond time and space. You taught me so much, even in your absence. You taught me to cherish every breath, to find strength in sorrow, to seek joy in little things. My love for you remains a powerful force, a reminder that you were here—that you are here, forever etched into my soul. You may not walk beside me, but you are a part of me, woven into the fabric of who I am. And though my arms ache to hold you, my heart carries you always. One day, my darling, I believe we will meet again. And until then, I’ll meet you in my dreams, where you are free and whole, where I am your mother, and you are my child—my child who grew wings and took flight, leaving behind a legacy of love that will never fade.