To have a little baby, who will beA daughter. A girl. An echo of
Where I was once.
We belong to each other --
You remind me, I remind you
Of traveling -- of journeying.
You take the nuances of your heritage -- hand picked
Or undetected. And I now wonder
Will that blue vein sit plumply
Across your left index finger
Keeping pulse with my Mother and I?
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