Where are my children? 
Why didn't I get one? 
She got two 
And I got none.

Why can't I have one? 
Just one little one
It doesn't seem fair 
Now it's all said and done.

We tried and we tried 
None stayed here with me.
Everything seems empty 
Why couldn't we be three?

No frilly dresses 
No swings in our yard 
No crib in the bedroom 
No Lego to pull apart.

No cute little bundle 
With sweet smelling hair 
No sleepless nights 
Spent in a rocking chair.

It's all too late now 
They won't come at all 
You see, we're too old now, and 
Someone else got them all.

No pretty rosebud lips 
No curly blonde hair 
No mother/daughter moments 
Because she's not there.

No party dresses 
No shiny red shoes 
With frilly topped socks 
Which ones would she choose?

Pray for the little children 
The ones I'll never meet.
I'll never hold her little hand 
Or hear her little feet.

This poem written for Stories Space only, if you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.