For My Daughter

I never had the chance to know you, to love you. And you never had the chance to be. But sometimes I imagine you, and even see you. The briefest glimpse at unexpected moments. In a park, on a slide or a swing, getting off the school bus and looking around for me. Always smiling, laughing, with your long hair dancing in the wind. So very happy, as I know you would have been. Sadly our eyes never meet, because it never was nor will it ever be. And just as I begin to call out to get your attention, the imagining disappears. Always.