She’s passing by on a train,
The express to London.
So fast I don’t even see it.
But the wrench in my heart
Is unmistakable
As it abandons me
To be with her.
A companion she neither
Sees nor feels.
Does she know I am
Right there with her?
And will stay silently
Until she is returned.
Feelings of pride and loss.
She is making her
Own way in the world.
But suddenly, unexpectedly,
I miss her.
Twenty eight years.
The umbilical is still
Not severed.
My first child,
My daughter,
I love you.
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