The baby that was lost
the child claimed as a girl
(years after her death)
the child of my soul
the daughter of my old age
the offspring who could have loved
without judgment, abandonment
an unplanned surprise, taken at almost
the moment of acceptance.
I sure hadn't planned to spend my
middle and old age
without either of them.
I am sorry, for not wanting you enough
soon enough
for you to want to stay.
Either
of
you.
