Sorrow
Sorrow for the brief few days when I held her close
Sorrow for the moments in her world when I never even knew her
or where she was, who she was or her first name
I was supposed to feel shame
in those first few days, but that's not what I felt
I held her every moment of every day since her birth
to just a few days later
then simply years of tears, wondering and wanting
over my growing child, so far away
I thought she would be wild, I thought
so many stupid stories I bought
from those around me
almost nineteen years later
a beautiful, burning star of an angel landed in my life
then I knew I had to survive, for her, her brother and sisters
now it's just sorrow for the days when I didn't measure up
sorrow for the things we forgot to share
even more sorrow for the slices of our hearts
thrown up into the air, like we weren't supposed to care
Oh but I did and I have every day since
simply because she was my long lost daughter
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