sweet girl

so many years later
and I still want to be
your

sweet girl.

i watch their blonde heads
bent,
conspiring together.

i think about how you should be

here

in

this

moment.

i imagine you call her

sweet girl

and make myself jealous
of my very own
daughter.

i know how much
you would love them


i know how much you would
like them.

delighting in their stories.

i wish you could have met them.

i wish i could hear you call my Aoife sweet girl.

i wish you were still here.

i wish that i could see you smile at my babies.

i wish i were still my grandma's sweet girl.

heidi
written 12/5/13

inspired by Fathers and Sons and Men by Buddah Moskowitz at I Hate Poetry: The New Buddah Moskowitz Archive.

for my Grandma