Spirit Child

Her eyes wander the crowd

Feeling oh so hollow and so lost

Only wanting to be found

No matter what the cost

A sound alights upon her ear:

A babe's distressing cry!

Her eyes fill with sadness and fear

As she remembers the past with a sigh

A heavy hand she goes to place

Upon her woman's hollow

-a sadly empty space-

Her mounting tears she swallows

For it wasn't always empty

Indeed it once held life;

But that life she never got to see

Due to the surgeon's knife

But as soon as it was done

She realized her horrid loss;

That daughter or sin

Was too high a cost!

The dam, now, has cracked

Her sorrows begin to flow

For the child that she lacks

And now will never know!