Your Oldest Daughter Poem by Mimie Durand

Since visiting you last
I saw a startling change,
You recognized me
As your oldest daughter-
But not my name.

You sat in your chair
And looked into my eyes,
Desperately trying to remember
Before we said
our good-byes.

I am home now
And miss you so much
I miss your presence;
Your love;
Your touch.

I know we’ll be together
Someday in time,
Knowing that helps me to know you’re not to blame;
for recognizing me as your oldest daughter;
But not my name.