Poem : Possible futures / by Heather Taylor

I dreamed of you: a pea under my pillow,
shoots curling round stubby fingers,
summer lake cottages with star blankets.

Breath whispers from bluebell carpets,
moss curls to pigtails, shoelaces hang
on overhead wires like brand new bows.

Tiny kicks ripple water, lap at sleep
edges the memory of unsung moments
your face yet unmade.