sydney's grace...

pregnant women everywhere, everywhere i see.

bellies here and bellies there, poking out at me.

i see the life that grows inside them,

like the life that once grew inside of me

i want to have her back here

and yet, i am torn with what was not meant to be....

they came out of the woodwork today

everywhere i looked, every path i crossed

like a mean ironic attack

teasing me of my loss....

here's a baby, there's a baby, but no mam' you can't have your baby...

wounded heart, tortured mind, lost dreams sit in an urn

i do have hope within Whom i turn to but still have much to learn

but as for today, all around me they appeared

carrying something that is lost to me, something sacred and revered

.....another life, another soul, another little one.