My Son
by Linda Schwartz

I think that I am dreaming the same dream I have had for fifteen years. I wake up in a hospital, not for the first time. One carried many scars in a lifetime. This time is different, I see a young man standing at the foot of my bed. I feel I should know him, but I do not recognize him. He speaks of his father and thinks I might be able to help him. My heartbeat quickens at the mention of a son seeking his father.  Then I notice unshed tears glistening the man's eyes as he tells me his search is over.  Joy fills my very soul when he reveals to me that he is my long lost son.  'My Son', I had never imagined I would ever get the chance to utter those words again. That I would ever touch or hold my son again. Now we would have a second chance to learn about each other and share our lives.  The darkness, which had invaded my soul, was now encompassed by the light that is Peter. My son...