Meeting Katelynn

A month ago, she sat me at lunch
I told her, "your name means pure."
Casual in youth, she not impressed.
I wondering if granted the time
Would my baby girl resemble her?

Two weeks ago, she danced openly
Toddling back to her mother, both
Checking for closeness to each other.
My own brown haired little one,
Far from my motherly gaze, embrace.

Now an angel, she too dances, free.
Reminders, not needed to my heart
Surround me of her, what could be,
And what is, stark when compared.
Adjusting to the reality before me.

Today, a week from now will come
Life calls, mercifully pulling me on.
I will met other Katelynn's and each
Will touch a living wound... All remind
Hearts ache and gratitude for her.

By Leta Greene