If only i Could bare a child to
Watch him or her grow.
A girl would be Ashlee
A boy would be Chris.
To Hold and cradle them through life would be the biggest gift.
Diagnosed and told that wouldn't be so, It cuts like a knife deep down and low.
It was upsetting to know as i Watched the neighborhood kids grow.
Sitting their in silence and Prayer hoping that one day this might not be so.
I sit on the same park bench day by day Hearing the Laughter chatter and cries.
Only to return home once more and cry looking up at the sky screaming out and asking why?.
