I thought of you nearly everyday

Wondered what you looked like.

Who's hair did you have?

Were you using the same eyes as your father?

Were you happy within your life or did you need something more?

To me, you were like a spirit,

That oftimes whispered softly in my ear,

An enigma, pale and colorless

against my imagination of you.

Soon you became reality

Bright and shining,

A burst of sunshine pushing its way

through my doubts and concerns.

You moved into my heart and nestled there

as if born within

Slowly I grew to love you

And see the wonder that you are.

You wear your grandmothers eyes not your fathers,

And passersby comment on how you look like me.

We giggle together you and I,

Knowing that its not possible

but mere biology doesn't keep us

 from being mother and child.

Your hand reaches up to grasp mine as we walk

Firm and warm,

Larger than life

And I remember not that you were born to someone else,

but that you are truly mine.

~ Scooby~

Untitled Comment