For the Daughter I Can’t Have
you would have been
another beautiful disaster
my body couldn’t bear
another still tender scar
I lost my voice
in my son’s delivery
now he finds the words I seek
he says: “we are foiled
by the mere being of things”
I know he is my replacement
I dream of you, dandelion girl
what’s gone is everywhere
1 reply on “For the Daughter I Can’t Have”
Beth, what an intimate sharing of your feelings, so beautifully wrought onto the page. My daughter has sensory processing disorder too, and I have turned to poetry to help me process it all. I’m happy to have found your poetry here at literary mama.