The Waiting Child by Debbie Bodie
I saw you meet your child today.
You kissed your baby joyfully.
And as you walked away with her,
I played pretend you'd chosen me.
I'm happy for the baby, yet
inside I'm aching miserably.
I want to plead as you go by,
"Does no one want a child of three?"
I saw you meet your child today
in love with her before you met.
And as I watched you take her out,
I knew it wasn't my turn yet.
I recognize you from last year!
I knew I'd seen your face before!
But you came for a second babe.
Does no one want a child of four?
I saw you meet your child today,
but this time there was something new.
A nurse came in and took MY hand,
and then she gave my hand to you.
Can this be true? I'm almost six!
And there are infants here, you see?
But then you kissed me and I knew
the child you picked this time was me.