Hello,
Mrs.
J.
How are you?
Mrs.
J., anything wrong?
I had it all worked out.
With one more baby I could have managed,
but not with two.
The welfare have already
been on to me.
Twins?
You're expecting twins?
How quickly an idea planted can take
root and grow into a plan.
The thought conceived in this very room grew,
as surely as a seed in a mother's womb.
Give one to me.
Please,
Mrs.
Johnston, please.
Are you that desperate to have a baby?
Each day I look out from this window,
I see him with his friends, I hear him call.
I rush down, but as I fold my arms around him,
he's gone.
Was he ever there at all?
I've dreamed of all the places
I would take him
The games we'd play,
the stories I would tell
The jokes we'd share,
the clothing I would make him
I reach out , but as I do,
he fades away.
If my child was raised in
a palace like this one,
He wouldn't have to worry where
his next meal was coming from
His clothing would be supplied by
George
Henry
Lee
He'd have all his own toys
and a garden to play in
He could make too much noise without
the neighbours complaining
Silver trays to take meals on
A bike with both wheels on
Yes
An d he'd sleep every
night in a bed of his own
He wouldn't get into fights,
he'd leave matches alone
And you'd never find him
effing and blinding
Never!
And when he grew up,
he could never be told
To stand and queue up for
hours on end at the door
He'd grow up to be a credit to me
To you?
Yes, but I would still be able
to see him every day, wouldn't
I?
Oh, of course you would.
And you'd look after him,
wouldn't you?
I'd keep him warm in the winter
And cool when it shines
I'd pull out his splinters
Without making him cry
I'd always be there if his
dream became a nightmare
My child
My child
My child