Last night I dreamed you,
My angel daughter.
Infant lips upon my nipple,
A hand serene and small grasps the breast.
And when I woke I felt you still,
Though you are just a bud,
Tightly closed,
Waiting in my womb to flower.
Paula Lyons, MD
8/14/1988
Anecdotally Evident
Margeaux, Unborn
- Paula Lyons, M.D.
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Brava, Paula, you are a wonder!
My HAIKU doesn’t even begin to tell you how much your poem touched my heart and soul.
The magic of dreams
finds words to express blessings
that are heaven-sent.
Luv,
Uncle Marv
Beautiful