When we met

I remember the very moment

The nurse put her in my arms

The swaddling blanket soft against my chin

I remember her hair...jet black and long

And wondered which genes were hers

I remember my surprise that she wasn't a boy

And my relief that I'd gone with green and yellow

I remember there was no crying but

Before that could terrify me, she was in my arms

Squirming into my heart

I remember wondering how I'd love my child

How does a mother love?

I remember I felt unsuited, unworthy

For this powerful identity

And I remember her lying on my chest

As we were wheeled into our room

Our room

Ours

Just mine no longer

I remember wondering

Who would I be?

I remember her tiny cry, and I had my answer.