A Lost Child

In a not altogether
Too distant past,
I abandoned a child,
Who had been my own.
I had tried my best
To nurture her,
After all, she was
All that i had left.

When the world had
Been taken away from me;
My health, my reason,
my capacity to love
Anyone but myself,
I still had that baby.

But I was never
A fit mother anyway.
I am far too capricious.
I am far too quick-tempered.
I could never have
Cared for such a needy infant.

Maybe some other parent
Can care for that emotion;
That passion; that need.
Anyone could do better
Than I did.
I left her-
My baby-
My hope.