Ghosts

From the tower, OH my view

Becomes an altered life review

In the hospital tower of another

The Nicu that held my daughter

From the tower here heightened

Reflections of my past brightened

spinning, churning, circles of time

Of a precious unlived lifetime

From this tower as my host

A Meeting of a different ghost

The ghost of me, once alive

breathing here, to survive

To Survive what my child couldnt

To live in this world of I wouldn’t —

Wouldn’t see her first steps

Wouldn’t know her favorite toys kept

Wouldn’t feel her hands in mine

Wouldn’t brush her hair to shine

Wouldn’t face the tantrum on floor

Wouldn’t negotiate candy at store

Wouldn’t find her hiding in nook

Wouldn’t push her to read this book

Wouldn’t wait worried at midnight

Wouldn’t wonder what her insight

Wouldn’t hear her call me mother

Wouldn’t watch her marry another

The ghost of me, now speaks

Echos, in altered path of tweaks

Yet The spinning circles of time

Shows me over & over HER Divine

From this tower high above

Churning, turning, always with Love