Motherless Daughter

What an unfair world
it is,
that takes a mother
from her child
at birth.
a baby girl
without the love,
and protection,
only a mother can give.
No goodnight kisses,
no snuggles
on the couch,
no cooking lessons,
or shoulders
to cry on.
I’ll never hear her
advice about boys,
or hair.
What was her
favorite color,
her favorite
her favorite
All the things
that should
have been
vanished in the wind,
as she took
her last breath.
Her memory
only in pictures
and stories,
not experiences.
I have no
of her touch,
her smell,
her voice.
I’ll never see
her arms
outstretched for me,
or hear the
of her heartbeat
as I lay my head
on her chest.
“I love you”
will never
touch my ears
from her lips.
The hole that is
in the heart
of a
motherless child,
cannot be filled.

It just is.


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