I had that dream.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. 

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

I had that dream...

You were showing him around.

The kid,

was maybe eight or nine

years old.

At the beginning you

were walking

hand in hand.

Sometimes you

were caressing his hair

affectionately.

The most

memorable moments

were when

standing still

your hands were

resting on his fragile

shoulders,

a mother's only touch,

his head resting on your belly,

both watching

a lake, a river

a three, a plant,

a mountain, a landscape.

Some syllables

whiffle into my deaf ears...

words I have seen your lips mumble

seconds before,

or was it maybe

minutes, hours before

they became a sentence,

a phrase I could clearly understand:

"Mi hijo, I wanted you to see these places that your dad used to love."

At awakening I made up my mind.

Deciding

to love you,

knowing

only you are capable of this.