CAN YOU?

For every mother that is greeted today,

There’s someone yearning for a child

 

For every child that greets the mother today,

There’s someone yearning for a mother

 

For every mother who feels proud of her womb today,

There’s someone unable to carry a foetus

 

For every child who feels the comfort of a mother’s bosom,

There’s someone awaiting with outstretched arms

 

For every mother who wipes her child’s tears,

There’s someone whose hands have none to wipe

 

For every child who has a mother to lean on in sickness,

There’s someone longing for those nursing hands

 

For one such mother without a child,

Can you be a child?

For one such child without a mother,

Can you be a mother?