One day,
the young lives I held in my arms wanted to see their mothers,
want to be held gently,
and wait for the morning to wake up in love,
sleeping peacefully in my clumsy cradle.
I wonder if Or did this baby give up quietly ?
What are these children guilty of ?
I want you to come and see this baby.
Even if it's just once,
I want you to come see your love child
and give this small life a hug.
Because that's what a small life will surely want...