by Louise Breland

Created on: November 25, 2006   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

So many years ago you left me here.
You are my daughter no matter the years.

From my body you had came.
Flesh of my flesh I gave you a name.

Cezzanne, like the artist that you
may have one day became. Cezzanne,
was your name that I gave you to
claim.

Against my breast you laid for a
moment and then like the sun
setting you went away. I love
you still Cezzanne, my child.

Again I believe your face I
will see.

I have not forgotten that
you were my first baby.

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