With someone else I might have had a child.

He might have had one, too.
              (I tuck the thought away.)

My beloved child, imagined so repeatedly I can see
              curls in her hair, a defiant stance.
She is small and mighty,
              thus literary and not mine.

With each other we wrestle with love and regrets


The tiny aches that bloom and die and bloom again.


Will always bloom again.

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Heidi Slettedahl is an academic and a US-UK dual national who goes by a slightly different name professionally. She is hoping to live up to her potential now that she is over 50. She has been published in a variety of online literary journals.
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