The pitter-patter of tiny feet
Tears come to my eyes at the thought
My heart aches, and my stomach cramps
I
am so distraught
I wish to be a mother
A mom for a child to love
Someone to be great
Someone for them to hug
I know I would not be perfect
No mother really is
But of course that's wrong
She's perfect to her kids
I wish for someone to help me
create a child so bright
a child who would fill my world
with laughter and with
light
To have a child
would be the great thing
Oh, Lord, Give me a child
To take under my wing
20 July 2000