The gynae mumbled something
Something which to me sounded like nothing
A cysts and what was this?
I thought it was his thesis
As far as i was concerned it was time for multiplication and replication
We went home with our complications
Years went by without fruits
We had to face the truth.
We went to heaven and hell
From prayers then spells
Mental hospitals ports of call
Until it dawned nothing would help us cope.
It dawned that there were many children
It dawned they needed kindred
It dawned we could adopt
It dawned we could love them and adapt, and so
Every child i chide is mine in time
Every child i love is mine in life
Every child i care for is mine in time
Every child i give pride to is mine in life.