Her Maker Poem by jayne carpenter

You anger me so,
With the unresponsiveness that you show,
You loved her with breathless inner soul,
You held her with such sweetness and tender glow,
What has happened to my daughters maker?
You have been taken from your role,
Oh my daughters maker,
She awaits your call,
She longs for your adaptiveness that once was you,
She is growing with talented tender toes,
Oh my daughters maker,
She needs you,
and you are making her go at it alone.