How my arms ache to hold the tiny form
Of me so dear, so soft, so pink, so warm;
To feel a tiny hand brush cross my cheek;
To see the wide eyes search the question seek.

To hear the quiet breathing while in a peaceful sleep
And then the joyous laughter printing dimples deep.
Oh, why has God refused to let me know
A Mother's love for one you cherrish is so?

Why has he fled to let me give
Of this deep feeling for a life to live?
Must I continue on with tear-filled eyes,
The soreness growing in my heart for baby's sighes.

Then my life has been a usless one it seems
A harbor filled with torn and shattered dreams.

Eternal Destiny    (no date)