I have a daughter, beautiful and bright
She has locks of hair which are different from mine
Long where mine is short, curled where mine is not
But I can see a glimmer of something familiar in her eyes
A piece of myself, and a piece of someone I love
Parts of a beautifully distinctive whole.
She is happy, and sad, and full of love
She smiles at me when I’m sad
And I smile back.
Its bittersweet, as we both know,
She will never come to be.