Your love washes

over me in waves. 

Despite my losses

I can be brave


knowing I am kept

as your daughter,

for even when I slept 

you thought I mattered.


I was not created 

by scientific chance

I was divinely placed—

planned in advance.







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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.