Changing Places

Switched: divided at birth.

Our identities erased by thoughtless actions.

We were meant to be together, but the nurse

in her haste, slipped the name tag on the wrong toe.

I saw my mother’s sweet face, for but a second.

Time to short for her to realise, that I

had been misplaced.

You were joined by a stranger who grew by

your side.

I, no longer a double act but a solitary, twinkling

light, lost feeling cold and half whole.

Destined to be alone.

We are not strangers,

but are linked by an invisible cord, that

our eyes cannot see.

I look for you daily, hoping that

each passing stranger may be you.

That’s why I will not stop my quest.

Until our hearts, are in united rest.

Copyright © 2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts