The Look

Stand

Before you

Like a ghost.

 

Staring

Like you cannot believe

What your eyes

Are telling you.

 

As if

Your worse nightmare

Has come to life

Before your very eyes.

 

When

The truth is

So very far away

From this.

 

Why

Do you refuse

To accept this

And move on?

 

Embracing

The new reality

Of having a daughter.

 

As

Silent tears

Of rejection

Roll down

My face.