[staris2071]

I look out at the people silently at the play ground,
being there with my neices surely makes me down.
we laugh and play and I look all around
at the people with babies sitting on the ground.

I look down and remember the feeling of my arms being full and
knowing that wanting another is wishing for the moon.
but i still ach and feel, filled with dread
for another unwanted child might soon be dead.

Once upon a time i almost had to make a choice
but when we decided if it's true then we would rejoice
but the choice wasn't there
and my chance had lost it's voice.

Now sixteen years later I look at pictures on the web
and wonder if my empty arms will ever hold another head.
You see the feeling never died as all said it would
I think I may, I just might, then I think maybe i could.

So if you're thinking its a choice, think of it as a wish
for my empty aching arms to hold another babe
to feel its wieght on my chest
and to all my pride coming to a crest.

For all those birth mothers who gave another their child, their wish, their hope.. thank you.

Maybe soon i'll have mine too.

Wendy Combs