Till someone calls me Mommy...

My worlds so hectic with everyday things
yet in my mind there always one thought
no one can hear but echos so loud
cribs and baby swings, tiny baby angel wings...

Telling myself maybe its not time
a few more years we can wait
yet every baby that I see
makes me yearn to play with tiny fingers...

Tiny clothes and little shoes
soft blankets and sweet smiles
makes me dream of the day
that I hear a tiny voice call mommy...

We've tried for years that feel like centurys
yet dont talk about it, we just keep quiet
but inside my heart longs for a baby
so small, so sweet and pure...

The years are passing and times running out
i want to be woken by tiny cries through the night
I want my days to be filled with the sweet scent of baby
everyone around me takes for granted the privledge...


Though your not here
dont know if you ever will be
God willing one day will be the one
the only thing that will make my life complete
I wont know what true fullfillment is

...Till someone calls me Mommy...