Those tiny hands and tiny toes
Reaching up towards her face
Those big eyes staring at her own
Time stands frozen in this place
She awakens from her slumber
Reality is there to greet
For those tiny hands and tiny toes
Belong to one she'll never meet
Why oh why can I not have
What so many do not want
What I'd give to hold one so close
But to them no second thought
They smoke and drink and even kill
While a human grows inside
Do they not know what a gift they have?!
Give that child to me! she cried
Her knees landed with a thud
Her hands were wet with tears
Her heart was broken, her body ached
After all these many years
Treatments didn't work at all
No surgery could it fix
Barren... what an ancient word
Her curse, her stolen bliss
When Rage and Anger left the room
She stood there all alone
I wish they knew what a gift to have
Such a garden in their home
The sounds of laughter running round
With the music of infant tears
Gladly would I trade this life
For that noise to bless my ears
The night surrounded her again
As it darkened the room's decor
She slid herself back into bed
To dream that dream once more
Those tiny hands and tiny toes
Reached up towards her face
She sweetly smiled and laughed again
Hope lives in this secret place
-LK
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