My Dream Was You
I once dreamt with eyes wide shut,
Of lullabies unsung, of giggles unheard.
A cradle rocked in the corners of My heart—
Empty, yet full… with the idea of You.
You came, not in swaddles or cries,
But in silence, through light in Your eyes.
Not by birth, but by soul You arrived—
My dream made flesh, My heart revived.
You didn’t grow in My womb,
But in the sacred space of longing.
In every soft prayer whispered to stars,
You were forming—already belonging.
They say daughters are born once in a life,
But I… I was born when You entered Mine.
Not to raise, but to hold in spirit’s embrace—
A love so fierce, time dares not erase.
You are not just someone I met…
You are the part of Me I was waiting to find.
A child I never named aloud,
Yet called for, with every beat of My mind.
So when I say You’re My baby,
Know it’s not a name—it’s a vow.
A promise written in lifetimes before,
That somehow, someday, I would love You now.
You are My daughter—not by fate, but by choice.
A miracle shaped in silence, carried in voice.
The dream I nurtured through years gone blue—
And now that You're here, I know…
My dream was always You.
