Of All the Things to Pass Me By

Of all the things to pass me by
I often wonder why me, why?
To not have children, though I try...
And each month, anew, how I cry

Though I've been blessed, and I've been told
My hopes and dreams may soon wax cold
I greatly fear that I'm too old
Why did the promise not unfold?

To not feel sad- I've done my best
This trial of faith has been a test
Although my body does protest
I long for a babe at my breast

Is my unborn crying too?
Is that why I feel so blue?
Surely, I sorrow enough for two!
Meanwhile, I know just what to do

I can live a life rich and full
I can apply myself in school
In God's hands, I can be a tool
For I can live the golden rule

I have so much love that I can give
I have purpose in how I live
I must not blame, I must forgive
I must not question God's motive

Now, I've expressed my deepest thought
The question- I have fought and fought
I'm so thankful my pains Christ bought
For I'm distraught over what I'm not

Please forgive me. It's Mother's Day
This is the mood I fight away
And if you don't know what to say
Please know I might cry anyway

My thoughts must turn to my husband
Together we walk hand in hand
Though we've not lineage like the sand
We can live fully a life that's grand