Yearning For A Child

Random Poems

After losing,

my first child,

to a bastard,

who raped me,

I had no choice,

of living on.

Tears I shed,

was love,

an unborn child,

pure of heart,

and innocent.

Roaming around,

new born babbies,

made me wish,

mine had lived.

I sit alone,


how it would be,

with my baby.

Hard work,

joy of happiness,

how I’d feel.

I yern,

each day & night,

for a child,

to call my own.

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