We Were One by Robert R. Ciccolini

I wanted to leave something for my kid:

So I started to write about some of the things

I thought she should know,

some of the things that left a mark.

Like when right after she was born

how I fiddled my pinky into her

delicate hand..

And how she clenched it so

tight and I felt so big that

there was nothing but us,

and how whatever I was

thinking stopped so it

could listen to her voice-

The one before language..

Before the abc's, before time,

before all the pain, before the

first hunger pang, the first

yearning she would ever

know undelivered..

When it was like my

finger was that cord for

a second and

we were one.