The first two I never got to hold
All I have are the memories that now make me cold,
The elation of knowing that love bore creation
in the finest symbol of perfect love.
At least that’s what I thought
Though answer my call he would not
his seed was, in my eyes without sin.
I looked forward to the day
I would embrace a little one
I looked forward to wiping his or her tears away
I wondered how he would react when in fact he learnt that he had a daughter or son.
And then my plans of what to purchase when
all came to a bleeding end
My joy of holding a bouncing baby died
There was no one to tell of the tears I cried