To Never Be With Child

Behold what I have become, stiff, still, undead
cold, yet warm
Changed, different yet the same

Perfect yet alone
A god who thirsts.... always thirsty
Loved but feared
A dream but a nightmare ohh to be a mother, to have a child
-cries-

Darling Ill never have
Sweet child, small, beautiful innocent
Ohh the sarcrific "To Never be With Child"

An enternity with out something to love
Something to care for
I feel so torn, that I must morn for the baby that will not be born.

" I write this for a dear friend who has just gotten cirvical cancer and will not be able to have kids ever!!"