There was once a woman who

prayed for just one little baby

she didn’t care what it was

but the only baby that came

fit in her palm and would not move

small, too quiet, curled tiny

it did not cry. morning came

she sat by the windowsill, rocking

the quiet cradle with the tip of her finger,

singing songs about all the things

her child would never see.

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