Little daughter
even before you were
(conceived by me)
I dreamed of your head
on a pillow
dreaming your own dreams.
I staggered from day to day
drunk with amazement
amazed with astonishment
that you were
going to be
counting days
eagerly
until you were.
Now, that we have
lost you
slipping unbelievably
somehow between
our dreams
and your dreams
(Heaven lost in the dark)
I think of you
as you were going to be
your head dreaming
on a pillow
my head at rest beside your head.
Little daughter
who never was
Oh how I miss you!
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