The Furthest Thing From Poetry.

• baby •

she was so tiny
when she was born i held her
in my arms, she was like a mini me
once she could sit up, i saw more of her mom
i wish i could say how much she's changed
since then, that is
but i can't
i haven't seen her since then
i miss her
so much
i miss her
but i messed up
and now,,,
now i may never see her again