Name

Thu, 10/25/2018 - 21:41 -- mkrsm01

She bore,

life.

First two,

expected.

A third,

sweet baby girl

don't you know you're unintentional.

But oh how she'll love you

all the same.

 

Daughter.

I am hers and

I am yours.

Mom, Mama,

Mother, Mommy.

I can't call you those,

they're taken.

I'm sorry.

 

Were you there?

There for the firsts,

smile, laugh,

tooth,

step, walk,

word.

No, I know.

But oh how I love you so.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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