Daughter

By Estrella Taño Golingay (Poetry)

All that’s left
Is in the photographs
Bridal satin and flowing
Organza, all in the right

Places. With your hair
In a bun, you look good
In the album. Nothing
there reminds me of

the house, the rooms
made of my scrubbing.
Where your door was
are never-ending walls

Dreaming, I watch you
make over your bed
Like wind, I fold in
between the sheets

cabinets

cribs and

kitchen

sink

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