I miss her
Tiny fingers
Curled around mine
And the sounds
Of her
Growing
And changing
As she
Expands
Into the world
That has been
Waiting
For her
To arrive.
Across the globe,
With her mother,
Visiting family
And a country
That is hers
By birth
And passport.
The distance
Has been
Surreal
And difficult
To adjust to-
Even technology
Has failed
To close the gap
And seal the wound
Caused by the miles.
In a few more
Weeks
I will
Hold her
And her mother
In my arms
Once more.
Until then
I continue
To look at her
Pictures
Again and again-
Sometimes
With a smile
And sometimes
With a tear.
Timothy Vance Jackson
February 16, 2011
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