Tiny fingers, tiny toes
tiny wrinkled little nose.
Tiny child no one sees
you can come and live with me.
Hopefully you'll grow and grow
even though the other's know
nothing ventured, nothing gained
before birth you weren't the same
Little cells that carefully grew
stopped midstream within a stew
Brewed and basted, cooked and steamed
your little self could not scream
Lifted up to those who cared
held and hugged with love to share
Introduced to a world cruel
joked and teased within the schools
Taken hostage by a friend
believing that your heart could mend
Thinking others could fill your well
Empty from the pit of hell
Once again I reach within
the other mother has come again
a dying baby at my door
a young adult dying once more
It's never easy when you see
the life of an other trying to please
and be that person they cannot reach
failing again without being teached.
As the other mother you pray for life
and hope and wisdom without strife
And yet in your heart you really know
Without the pain she will not grow.