Even before the day you were born
Life dealt you its first blow...
You became my own child
though birthed from another man...
Getting a call from my Daughter's Oncologist-
My heart stopped beating...
These hands of mine, are worn and done
the math they held, was more than some...
Do you know
the sadness which blows...
Mystical, maddingly crazy
other times...
The bond between child and mother
stronger than most any other...
So many things still to discover
A lifetime of things to go wrong...
I'm failing at bonding
with a child...
“Nanay, can you see me?”
You gave me a gentle nod...
Sometimes bitter disappointment
keeps you from remembering...
Jessica always
interrupts me...