My Daughter

My daughter awakens in the morning.
She is welcomed to the new day...
By arms
That are not mine.

My daughter cries from hunger.
She is fed & nourished...
By hands
That are not mine.

My daughter is tired.
She is layed down for her nap...
By hands
That are not mine.

My daughter is wet.
She is changed or placed over a potty...
By hands
That are not mine.

My daughter is laughing.
She is amused by a toy that is held...
By hands
That are not mine.

My daughter cries & then feels loved.
She is held & comforted...
By arms
That are not mine.

I miss & long for my daughter.
I am so unspeakably thankful
For arms... & hands...
That are not mine.

© 2000 Holly Hardcastle Bombria