"The Gift"

Two darling little angels
In the backyard of their home
Mother looks on with devotion
And a love that continues to grow

She watches them from the window
In the house on Park Court
She smiles to herself as they play
But her eyes drift to the window nextdoor...

It's a house like all the rest
One of many in a row
But inside it's walls lives a sadness
That only those without children can know...

An old wooden music box
Plays a timeless lullaby
Lambs and downy chicks trim the walls
Of the room that misses a baby's cry

Her heart aches for the couple
With lives so incomplete
They long for a child to call their own
And wait for the sound of precious little feet

She feels a need inside her
To sow a seed of love
To cradle it deep within her
With help and blessings from above

She wants no recognition
Lacks nothing in her life
Her world could be no richer
She's content as a mother and wife

The gift of life she can carry
Her womb is young and strong
God granted her these luxuries
Now time has come to pass them along

She looks into the mirror
To read her moistened eyes
A hard decision has been made
The house nextdoor will hear a baby's cry