There is a hollow, black space in my heart 

There is a cavernous gap in my belly

There is empty air between my wide open arms which ache from not holding you

This is where you, my children, were meant to be.

But you are there, in my imagination, looking at me with your sparkling eyes, dancing with me in my joy, weeping with me in my sadness. 

Dreams are all I have of you - I treasure and honour them.

Karen B Suffolk