My daughter awakens in the morning.
She is welcomed to the new day…
By arms
That are not mine.

My daughter cries from hunger.
She is fed and nourished…
By hands
That are not mine.

My daughter is tired.
She is laid down for her nap…
By hands
That are not mine.

My daughter is wet.
She is changed or placed over a potty…
By hands
That are not mine.

My daughter is laughing.
She is amused by a toy that is held…
By hands
That are not mine.

My daughter cries and then feels loved.
She is held and comforted…
By arms
That are not mine.

I miss and long for my daughter.
I am so unspeakably thankful
For arms…For hands…
That are not mine.