She holds a distant memory
of when a heartbeat matched her own.
A summer secret locked inside,
a child barely known.
A small, now faded picture holds,
a truth in grey and white.
A daughter held for one short day,
one silent tear-torn night.
To give a life, to hold a life
to bear but never see,
the future that the world might hold,
for the child she set free.
Two lives diverged, two stories cleft,
one lost one led away.
But the incense of a child’s warm hair,
still holds her to that day.