Dream Baby

I put my baby in a box.
The box was clear, so I could watch
Him sleeping.

He slept well, undisturbed by the outside air
And noise of the real world.
He stayed small and quiet, slumbering.
And I carried him with me everywhere.
I wanted him to sleep.
Babies are sweet and trouble-free
When they sleep.

Once you open the box,
They wake up and cry; they vomit or poop,
They have to be fed and tended.
It's messy work, and it takes time.

Am I ready to open the box and
Take out my dream?
To give birth once more in old age?
To have a do-over?
I long to write!