You Are Real

By Melinda Nye (Written 3/10/14)

There’s a card in my drawer with tiny feet

Purchased when, I can’t say

It was meant for your dad to read and know

You were on your way

You are real…to me

There’s a little boy’s shirt hanging so still

In my closet, cute as can be

Meant for the son of a Marine, to be sure

‘Cause that’s what you would be

You are real…to me

There’s a bumper pad re-purposed that was to be yours

It works to hide stuff put away

But it would have been cuter surrounding your crib

Sure wish you would come to stay

You are real…to me

Sweet one, you weren’t even conceived in my womb

Just in my heart and my mind

But love knows no boundaries so I know for sure

You are one of a kind

You are real…to me

I cry many tears knowing we may not meet

It's breaking your dad’s heart, I know

But we both understand that some dreams must die

And will trust the good Lord, He knows

Baby, you are real...to me