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