A Dream

 Last night I dreamt you were in my arms nursing.  A baby, but no longer small, your body stretching across my entire lap.  

A moment later, you turned into my adult man-child, a 17-year-old, much larger than me.  

You were curled across my lap as I held you in my arms.  I said, "This is it. You are much too old for this now." You replied quietly, "I know."  

I awoke from that dream in the middle of the night feeling so very sad.  A deep sadness of time moving along at a pace too fast for my liking.