A Young Boy

I saw young boy while I was out for my walk tonight.
He had a short crop of hair, lightly blond, and he was riding his bike furiously.
He reminded me of my step-son, that I do not know.
The step-son who is being kept from me, for reasons that I do not understand.
I wondered what it would be like to talk to that young boy, who is so much like my
husband.
I wondered what it would be like to have a relationship with him, and his sister.
I had good thoughts about those two young ones.
And I dreamed of a time that I can finally know my husband's children.
Maybe someday, when their mother gets tired of being so angry.
Maybe someday, when my husband starts sharing things about them with me.
Maybe someday.
Because I would love to get to know those two kids, who are such a big part of my husband's heart.