Literary Journal - The Muse - Dominican Academy

A Mother’s Whispers
LylaCerulli
You were always the little angel dancing in our
dreams. We dreamed of holding you, seeing you smile and
laugh... And those dreams will still come true. I just might
not be there. Peter, the sleeping baby boy inside of
me…they told me I might—be asleep when you awake for
the first time. But I wouldn‟t want it any other way. I
couldn‟t keep you silent, never to open your eyes, never to
laugh, never to smile… You need to be able to grow up. I‟ve
already had that chance. Now it‟s your turn to be fantastic,
absolutely fantastic—for me.
Darling, if I am asleep when you‟re awake, I‟ll never be
able to wake up, so take care of your daddy for both of us. I
love you, even if I will never get to know you. Good night,
Peter. Have a good life.