If time has elasticity <br />then stretch it across my love's heart <br />in the dead of night <br />make it stop as we try <br />to make our baby. <br /> <br />Now three years of trying. <br /> <br />Make it stop my aging. <br /> <br />Grant me the time; <br /> <br />reverse the ticking clock <br />inside my womb. <br /> <br />I want this baby. <br /> <br />I cannot be the barren woman. <br /> <br />Take this ticking clock <br />and silence it. <br /> <br />Translate <br />my husband's love into <br />baby bouncing <br />free. <br /> <br />Let me hear <br />baby's cry. <br /> <br />He said <br /> <br />'We could always adopt.' <br /> <br />And I said <br /> 'I guess we could <br />but it wouldn't be the same.' <br /> <br />So strong is baby love <br />so strong this longing <br />I'll not sleep again this night: <br /> <br />tiny hands <br /> <br />tiny face <br /> <br />in my dreams; <br /> <br />reaching out. <br /> <br />I have this baby love <br />yearning for my own <br />tiny hands and arms <br />reaching out to me.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-love-angelina-s-story/
