Midnight Lasagna

To the Daughter that isn’t and won’t be.

I will never have you,

But your name is Rosemary.

You will never be of this world

But you have messy beloved curls

Like your mother, grandmother,

And great grandfather.

I will never meet you.

But you’re loud and smart.

I’ll never hear you laugh while we play

But you’re so loved.

So precious, so cherished.

Enough to know it could never be done.