Tick Tock, Tick Tock
There goes the physical clock.
Time running out.
No child about....................the home
I dream the life my child would have.
I dream of their experiences.
Their looks don’t matter, because they will have what I was denied.
Prancing around like the dainty baby I bore.
A hero was born.
Knowing the hardship of life,
loves because love exists.
Happy because they live.
A wanted child.
A beautiful legacy.
A bright light in a cold world.
glowing with inspiration.
life is worth living.
The utopia has a beating heart.
An immortal beauty.
Forever present and long after.
She, He is my spirit dream
A hope of a reality.
copywritten
Michelle Poet
June 20, 2001