I hold in my hand

The photograph

This small, square, thin paper

The colors match the day

I became a mother

It feels like so many years

My body has changed

Face more wrinkled

The shape of the baby

Is no longer the shape of a baby

With every passing day

This photo stares at me

From the fridge of our new home

Well, no longer new

But to the girl in this picture

It would be

When I see her,

I think of all the things

I didn’t get to do

Because new responsibilities

Take priority

I always wanted to go to England

See the Globe Theater

Go to Spain

And speak Catalan with the natives

Or take a plane ride to

Well, anywhere.

This picture reminds me

Of everything sacrificed

And everything won

Love.