My Daughter
My daughter awakens in the morning. My daughter cries from hunger. My daughter is tired. My daughter is wet.
My daughter is laughing. My daughter cries & then feels loved. I miss & long for my daughter. © 2000 Holly Hardcastle Bombria
She is welcomed to the new day…
By arms
That are not mine.
She is fed & nourished…
By hands
That are not mine.
She is layed down for her nap…
By hands
That are not mine.
She is changed or placed over a potty…
By hands
That are not mine.
She is amused by a toy that is held…
By hands
That are not mine.
She is held & comforted…
By arms
That are not mine.
I am so unspeakably thankful
For arms… & hands…
That are not mine.