looking at your baby
through a glass window;
so dear to your heart,
but
you can't touch her
you can't hold her
you are muzzled through the glass
Hopes and dreams scurry your mind
it is not visiting hours
mom's are told to rest
our hearts are oppressed
looking at your teen
wildly active
only friends matter
'i need the car' i need a ride they say
I'm wildly lonely
my heart aches
looking through another glass
your child working
important work
behind the emergency doors
you watch
you watch
so efficient
so effective
your heart aches
there is no voice
there is no touch
she is all grown up.
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