Poem: Not His

Watching him hold her.
Watching how much he enjoys it.
Watching how content she is,
and how he's loving every second.

It breaks my heart,
and it warms it the same.
It's a confusing feeling,
and any second it can change.

You see, he's holding a child,
and she's a baby girl.
She has fallen asleep,
happy to be a part of his world.

It warms my heart seeing,
how much he wants his own.
It breaks my heart seeing,
all those feelings shown.

We've been trying for a while,
but there's in no way a guarantee,
with all our efforts in,
that we'll ever have our own baby.

So for now he holds a child,
that belongs to another man,
to help quench his desires,
while we do all we can.


-Suzanna  4/27/12