AllI I think about is Mira

All I think about is Mira,
I wonder how she smells, and
I want to touch her skin, yet afraid
of how rough my own is.
I want to study her tiny fingers and toes,
and observe how her mouth moves when
she sleeps, when she's hungry, when she cries.
I want to see her in her mother's arms,
the young woman who long ago came from me,
who I once held in  my arms,
I want to see her daughter in her arms,
but I am here
and she is there,
they are there,
a thousand miles away.