Of my flesh they were not born
but to my soul they have been knit
born and nursed of another womb, another breast
they were not welcomed, they were not wanted, they were not loved
cast aside like debris, “she clutters my life…”
kept as a means for release, “he reminds me of him…”
again and again it come the blows–
whether [...]

I think about you all the time
and about the men and women you’ve become
I think about the things I tried to teach you
and remember all the lessons you taught me
I think about the adventures we had
and remember all the times of laughter
I think about the grief we shared
and remember the tears that were shed
I think [...]