Last night as I was sleeping
I dreamt — marvelous error! –
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the gold bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
~ Antonio Machado
Letters to Ms. Feverfew
"Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh; fruit of my age-long mother pain."
What a sweet dream that would be! Love this, thanks for sharing it.