With one more baby I could have managed,
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.
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,
Was he ever there at all?
I've dreamed of all the places
the clothing I would make him
I reach out , but as I do,
If my child was raised in
He wouldn't have to worry where
his next meal was coming from
His clothing would be supplied by
He'd have all his own toys
He could make too much noise without
the neighbours complaining
Silver trays to take meals on
A bike with both wheels on
night in a bed of his own
He wouldn't get into fights,
To stand and queue up for
He'd grow up to be a credit to me
Yes, but I would still be able
to see him every day, wouldn't
And you'd look after him,
I'd keep him warm in the winter
I'd pull out his splinters
I'd always be there if his