The Invisible Companion Poem by Susan Ash

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.