Her exquisiteness, our romance.
The commencement of life.
Simultaneously,
Brought a child.
My infant
A baby girl.
Daddy’s little princess.
Looking for shelter.
Immense brilliant eyes.
The wall cascades down.
She has my nose.
Time goes by.
The bench hard, cold and I wait.
She locks her hand around my finger.
The eye of the storm.
Her grin, resembling mine.
Calm and breathless.
She has her mom’s chin.
Stagnate.
Her first word.
And I am inactive.
“daddy”
The clock ticks, time stands still.
She looks around at my swish.
The doors open and motioned in am I,
Cuddle, love.
Yet the welcome is
Starched white.
My sweet baby girl.
We come to order.
Serene, peaceful
Acknowledged.
My sweet baby girl.
And the folder is opened,
It ends.
Rock-a-bye my baby girl.
A strong man.
Sings a lul-la-by
No more.
Tears.
NOT TRUE!
Her first steps.
The folder has to be a lie.
My baby girl.
Unfaithful,
With a wine kissed smile,
Our daughter?
Happy
Her mother seems.
At the broken man
I am.
“Not your biological one”
Our first kiss,
Easy,
She is,
Was,
Did.
Stole my child.
Not my daughter,
But will always
Be my sweet baby girl.
DNA,
Cruel joke.
My life,
A broken man.
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