Mother nature didn't bless me
with the skill to bear a child.
The need is great; painful
Yet I refuse to get wild
with anger and frustration
for she gave me so many gifts:
The windows in my face,
an ability to feel the wind.
Priceless are those sighs I see
My friends share their joy
With lengthy arms they look above
Pull faces at a living toy.
Love they give, tears they dry
I do envy them, it's true
Still I ask the reason why
Not for me? Just fate.
Still I refuse to get angry
My heart finds a grateful note
Thank you Mother Nature
For what I have, not what I don't.