Poem by Doniell Cushman
Tiny one, did you know?
I am not your mother, your life giver
No, but I am your Mama
I took you home from the hospital
I snuggled you and loved you
In a way most no one can
Because they can have children in a heartbeat
And I can't
I'd walk through fire for you
And I know you know it
But I couldn't stop the mother, the life giver
For her right to your life, your legacy
And so I must step back
To fight from the sidelines, and shout to no one who listens
For you are my daughter
But I am your Mama
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