The Gift You Gave Me

Photo by Torland L. Charles

My empty womb weeps no more, For she bears the name just the same, as I had reserved for my unclaimed

Her melodic voice tugs at my heart, her tone - rings beautifully, registering a blend of yours and her mom’s

Your face - present in hers Her eyes - mirrors your softness, her smile - perfectly reflects your face

Her random calls at your secret hour, rattled my core - how could she know?

She stares blankly like you did, and moves rhythmically emulating unknown patterns of you

She reminds me of you

A memory that stings, as the tears build but no longer fall

I carry her in my heart as you gifted her to me, a smaller version of me - the total package of you