by Lori (L. Virelli)
It’s been twenty years
since we first started.
Almost twelve since we stopped.
Those dozen years mended our pain.
Then, just when we think
we’ve put you out of our minds;
we see her.
She looks like you might’ve looked.
Her name is Savannah,
the name your daddy would’ve
picked out for you.
Her hair is my color and texture.
Her face is shaped like your dad’s.
She’s tiny, like I was at that age.
She’s me. She’s him. She’s you.
We conceived you this way,
but only in our minds.
Even though we accepted our fate
and moved on to be happy and fulfilled,
we will always miss you,
and the family we could’ve been.