As I watch a mom put her arms around her child,

I sit back and my mind wonders for a while.

Girl or boy? Red headed or blonde? Blue eyes or maybe green?

Would you have been tough, stubborn, and wild or soft, quiet, and sweet?

Would you have been into sports or into art like me?

Would you have all A's in school or managed to get by with C's?

How would you have sounded? How would you have grinned?

All these unanswered questions and I just cannot comprehend.

I don't know why you're not here, and I don't think I'm supposed to understand,

But no matter what, you will always be mommy's little girl or man.

I will carry you in my heart as the days go by.

I will listen to the wind and hear the sound of your wings fly.

I will watch the sunset and know that you are at peace.

I will cry sometime so I ask of you some things:

Don't forget your mother and how much she cared for you.

Don't forget the man who stood by me as a father figure, too.

Don't ever doubt my love; for you I'd swim the seas.

I'd climb every mountain to bring you home to me.

Don't hate your father even though he wasn't there.

He may have done wrong, but he gave me you, to be fair.

I may not have you here, but I'll keep you in my heart.

You may have been only a chapter of my book, but you were my favorite part.