
There is a child in me who will never be born.
A little girl with dark hair and serious eyes.
I lost her to a hysterectomy seven years ago.
I lost her to a mind made ‘bad’ decades ago.
But…
Did I lose her at all?
Doesn’t she simply live within me still?
I am the child I’ll never have.
How bittersweet is that?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe