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.