To the Daughter that isn’t and won’t be. Poem, by Hem , at My poetic side

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.

Author: Hem (Pseudonym) ( Online)
Published: June 3rd, 2025 21:49
Comment from author about the poem: This is probably to personal but what the hell.
Category: Sad
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To the Daughter that isn’t and won’t be.