Poem written 2-8-26.
On the day,
That did pierce my soul,
From past to future,
And every moment in between
I said goodbye to a world,
A life that could have been,
A home I could have shared,
With you, precious one
I signed away the rights,
To ever be called your mother,
Then I got on a plane,
And flew away
I watch you from afar,
And bless your way,
I whisper prayers and weave spells,
To keep you safe
But I can’t help weeping,
Just a little bit every night,
When I remember,
That we will never meet
Art: Odilon Redon, “Sita”, (1893)