A Childless Woman - Poem by Mark Heathcote
A childless woman is carrying my pain
Rapt in her own white shawl she's out in the rain
She's crying to a hollow that's buried deep in my soul
She's crying for a baby; guess simply to call it hers & hers alone.
A childless woman drenched to the bone
Walks around endlessly weeping alone!
Whilst, here in the mirror looking straight back at me
Is a reflection of the father I too never did see?
A childless woman is rocking her herself to sleep
Dreaming one day, she'll also stroll with pram across the street.
With a baby of her very own a fat little cherub baby.
With two bright, glistening blue button eyes.
Gazing-up to the goodness, which looks down from the skies?
A childless woman now she's only got a short grip on life
Wants to be a good mother and an even better wife.
A childless woman now she's only one wish, to command
A crying little infant, oh wouldn't that be grand.
Rapt in a shawl oh, he's so tender and meek
He's got ten little toes on two little feet
To one day walk down yours and our streets.
Written 19/01/2000 edited 27/01/2016
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