NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 6: Calling My Daughter Aoife

Off prompt today…
You have taken
seven years to get here
each one a memory
lodged deep in the space
between the hunger
of anticipation and
the malaise of hope deferred.
Now as I hold you
in my hands, and see
you, frail yet strong,
you are Mother returned.
I call you Aoife,
for you have brought beauty
to our broken places

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