I wish for a wand so I could stop your tears
And replace them with dimples on your baby cheeks
But love of my life, my baby boy
I cannot, and so my hurting heart weeps.
I wish I could give you everything you wish for
Home, hearth, food and toys and clothes galore
But I cannot, though I try as hard as I possibly can
Oh please! Dont cry any more!
I try to get a job in the morning when you are still asleep
So that at night we may something in our belly keep
But that does not always happen, for there\'s sometimes no job
And then I have to watch you cry and myself weep
I wish I could give you warm clothes to wear
But that is something that remains a dream
Because for that, I\'d need money to spare
And that is as much a reality as strawberries and whipped cream
I wish I could give you toys to play with while I\'m away
But I afford more than the spoons that you have
I wish you had dolls and friendly teddy bears
Oh! To see you contented and happy, I crave!
Come, my beloved baby boy, to my loving arms
Come, my love, forgive Mother once more tonight
Let me take you into Tomorrow - where you shall meet Father
And you shall have food, clothes, warmth and happy sunlight.
This poem was inspired by the memory of a beggar woman on a cold wintry night. She tried to get something to feed her baby boy. I gave her food and a few old clothes for her almost naked baby. While she thanked me with all her heart and hoped my path to heaven would be easy, the scrawny little baby suddenly opened its eyes and gave me a beautiful toothless smile. Suddenly I felt so sorry for the mother, who must feel so bad at not being able to give her baby all that most of us take for granted....I have no idea where they are today.
I dont know what to call this poem or how to classify it - on life? sad? Any help welcome!!
Arti.
