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Waiting for Alyssa


Waiting to see your face
    touch your hands
    feel your skin
Waiting to feed you
    change you
    hold you
Waiting to touch you
    watch you grow
    walk you down the aisle.
On December 19 one waiting ended
    and another began.

Waiting to feed you…again
    hold you…again
Waiting for you to support your life by yourself…again
Waiting to find out if we would go home with you
    …or alone.

On December 23 waiting began anew
I am supposed to go first
I am supposed to watch over you…not you me
I am supposed to pave the way.

Will you remember me
Will you know me…and I, you.
Please forgive me.
Please…wait for me.

Rudy Y.