In A Gavel Knock

Golden blond wisps
Tendrils, pulled back, away
From your rosy face
A sonata of light falls upon
your cornflower eyes
And you are mine
How blessed am I? To wake up
every day to your sweet,
toddler grin as you nuzzle into my neck
Everything I've ever wanted
And more
Gone
In a gavel knock
And I am lost
Not knowing what to say
What can I do?
I've done all I could and more
She took you selfishly
and yet I still buy
your diapers


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