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So many times
in her life,
she wanted to have
a baby to call her own.

she sees other parents
taking their children
for a walk
and playing with them
at the playground.

How she longs
to have a child
of her own.

She prays every night
before she goes to sleep,
to one day
be blessed with
a little one.

Every morning,
she wakes up
and she is sad once again,
she doesn't understand
why her life has to be
so empty.

She walks the streets
and looks into
the window of
every store and sees,
clothes and toys
for babies.

She stands
in front of
the window
and cries knowing,
there is that
little something
missing in her life.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.10/2004