My Loss
I walk through the doors, they are familiar to me
after all I was here yesterday.
But then I was okay, and so was the little one in me.
Today it seems a different business brings us.
Neither one of us seems to be communicating
maybe the machines will help, maybe I can get a message to her.
‘You just need to hang in there a little longer’
that is all the message I have
but she seems to have a different one
‘maybe in another lifetime, maybe in another time,
then we can meet, then we can be.’
But why can I not accept it?
why can I not listen?
I promised to be the best mother
so why can I not accept her message
I held out for long, I wanted her
does it make me a bad mother?
that I don’t want to let go
that I think there is much more
that I want to have a better story
to have more time, for her and me
because I already made a plan.
Your clothes await you
your love is more than enough
so why do I have to let go
when we have come so far
and your arrival was destined for next week!
When did this story we were writing
become an unfamiliar one to you?