Golden dreams of you

I see you;
dancing in my dreams
with a jar filled with fireflies.
I wish that I could still
rub my belly and conjure up,
the golden hue of you
lying there,
safe beneath my heart.
My womb, craves for you,
like expensive saffron.
You still exist for me
and I want to always exist for you.
I am a mother,
but not in name.
Sweet breath of possibility
Golden potential,
My sunflower child
I want you to know
and remember;
Your Mother loves
and misses you.