With each day that passes and each night that haunts


    I miss her more than one could believe was possible.


    She''s too young to realize what she needs or wants


    or to understand between not wanting to and unable.


    If I had my way, I''d be there every second of every day


    to be present for each feeding, every cry, or her smile.


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    and have to accept limited visits every once in a while.


    Missing out on the bonding is enough to break my heart


    but there is more than one person''s feelings to consider.


    It''s a harsh reality when parents spend their lives apart


    so I must accept things as they are without a whisper.


    I accept some blame for my own lacking of access,


    and one day I shall beg the child for her forgiveness.