Her daughter had not come to her
The way most babies do.
She did not show her pregnancy
By wearing mismatched shoes
Or needing help to raise herself
From sitting in a chair;
No oohs and ahs from people
Telling her how much they cared;
But her labor lasted longer
And her pain was more intense.
Decisions were not pink or blue
Or golden yellow tints.
A million tears she cried at night
Not knowing what to do
But all the pain was worth it
When her dream at last came true.
Some other woman gave her life;
Someone without a face
Gave her a gift of love and joy
That nobody could replace.