Hannah's Prayer Poem by Jacqui Broad

I love to hear, children play:
it helps keeping the pain away.
My lap is big enough for four,
never have I known emptiness before.
Lord, when will the time be right?
I feel I'm ready to be a mom,
but, obviously, I must be wrong.
Don't You hear me crying at night?
If I must be forever childless,
I still thank You for Your kindness,
because I share the joy of other
children, though I'm not the mother...