Unconcieveable


I cannnot concieve I cannot give life,

My husband no longer wants a barren wife.

Less than a person I'm half a woman,

I will never be more than am.

Alone i suffer and alone i cry

One day alone I know I shall die.

All my friends have made their families

While I'm still down praying on my knees.

I have a dream that one beautiful day

I will be able to watch my babies as they play.

As I pray, as I hope, as I dream

I know it may end up just being me.

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