Introduction
"First she burst my bubble,
then she said goodbye."
So the dream mother
introduces my daughter to me.
Nameless, she plays in the sandbox,
digging up dirt even as a toddler.
Here is where I know her first:
Before her hospital cry;
before the bloody show.
I ask the dream mother what it was like
giving birth to the tot I do not yet know.
Her response leaves me in a cold sweat –
Now, too late to change direction:
her birth inevitable, as the goodbye.
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