I can't write. The only thing I can think about is if my child will ever come....
Months
1, 2, 3, 4…
Months pass by. Nearly a score.
Wondering if we will wait 20 more.
5, 6, 7, 8…
It seems impossible, death from wait,
Dying slowly from something I hate.
9, 10, 11, 12…
Waiting for Heaven while sitting in Hell,
Hoping for hope and faith as well.
13, 14, 15, 16…
Searching everywhere and in between
This journey was not as it seemed.
17, 18, 19, 20…
God save me from this road so lengthy.
Don’t leave me dying with my arms empty….
-JGP
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