My daughter, my truth

Painful revelation

To see me as you do.

Once I held you while you nursed

Now we’re familiar strangers

Polite, distant, unreal

How I long for a leisurely stroll,

An afternoon tea,

Or a phone call to say hello.

Is it too late for us?

No, we are still breathing

And our hearts are aching.

The past cannot be rewritten

Only forgiven

Our future’s story is yet untold

Today is waiting

I am waiting

Maybe tomorrow