They stole from me the memory
of walking you to school,
Your first day of kindergarten
and I wasn’t there
to pick out your clothes
or comb your wavy brown hair.
I imagine you demanding
your hair up in a butterfly chongo –
one purple, one pink.
I imagine the two of you
hand in hand,
like two puppies
taking their first walk
stumble-running towards the unknown.
They stole from me those moments.
Strangers walked with you.
I wonder if they took 1st day pics
outside your new school,
or if they shook hands with your teachers
and pretended to be proud
of their twin girls
who will never truly be theirs.
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