FOR A CHILD NOT CONCEIVED
By Alyssa A. Lappen

Clouds, stars, sky
cannot explain why
they exist
and you are yet a question.

I cannot sleep for fear.
My child wraps her stuffed
rabbit in reveries,
unfathomable to me as you.

I love her more.
I want you as much.
Come to me.

 

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