Sometimes
I catch them out of the corner of my eye.
The little boy and little girl
who were just on the other side of the veil
waiting
and wanting
to come into this world.
I tried to reach them
hug them
welcome them
but I could not.
My failure cost me my connections
with the past generations
who were eagerly waiting for the new arrivals.
My failure cost me my future
and the generations to come
that would make me a part of the river and flow of life.
M. H. Friedman