To My Child

You are the trip I did not take,

You are the pearls I did not buy,

You are my blue Italian lake,

You are my piece of foreign sky.

You are my Honolulu moon,

you are the book I did not write,

you are my heart’s unuttered tune,

you are a candle in my night.

You are the flower beneath the snow,

in my dark sky a bit of blue,

answering disappointment’s blow with

“I am happy! I have you!”

Anne Campbell