Happiness for many
is a sadness for some;
babies bring joy--
but they have none.
Doctors are called
in more ways than one,
these spend their hours
luring the stork to bring the bun.
When the day is over
and the journey complete,
women with love to give
kiss those two little feet.
is a sadness for some;
babies bring joy--
but they have none.
Doctors are called
in more ways than one,
these spend their hours
luring the stork to bring the bun.
When the day is over
and the journey complete,
women with love to give
kiss those two little feet.
Who knew it would also be a poem about my life...
2 comments:
Great poem.
lovely. thank you for sharing!
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