Jo-Anne and Ryan's poem

Everyday as i watch rain stream down the window pane,
i wish i had a love to call my own,
As suns shines i start to frown because there's no point being happy without you by my side,
I look and think god what your missing
Everyday I think you should be here,
Everyday i think God what I've done
Then i realize it's not your fault,
it wasn't my choice you don't want to be here and look at what you've done,
I feel sad Cos I can't see how you can feel like you do,
How can you miss this wonderful thing you may one day call your son?
How can you make someone you once loved,feel so bad about something that's not their fault?
You look after a baby that belongs to another, but your own son you do not know,
You will one day meet him and for my sake I hope he hates you for ignoring him for so many years,
But that's unfair for all my little boy wants is a dad to love him and care for him, So do i.