Thursday, October 16, 2008
There is a day circled upon my heart.
It is the day I didn’t hold your wrinkled pink
body in my arms, checking for ten fingers
and ten toes. The day I didn’t swell with
love at the mere sight of you. The day
I didn’t worry if I would be a good mother.
It is a day for grieving for the what-ifs.
What if I held your hand on that first
day of school. What if we shopped for
that perfect prom dress. In that first
heartbreak, what if I held you close and
whispered words of comfort. It is a day
for you my sweet daughter which never
arrived. It is your un-birhtday.