What Am I? |
A Mother |
I have only one son,
And I am grateful to be so lucky. But to others that one is none. What am I? He has a day of birth. But he did not move, he did not cry. He never had a life on this earth. What am I? Now I have nothing. No dirty diapers, no midnight feedings. But I have the pain the death of a child can bring. What am I? My son did live! For those nine long months inside of me. We learned because he had so much to give. I am a mother! |