Imagining
Beyond hope,
her sight is fixed
on a time that cannot be,
imagining what lay
in her daughter’s DNA.
She gazes through a haze of sorrow
past eyes that plead,
and dreams
of a world that might have been,
of childhood laughter, and of play.
A life nipped in the bud,
her baby will not bloom.
She rests her child
against her shrivelled breast
and waits.