I am like the child
who watches out his window
and yet his father
does not come.

I wait for you
For any signs.
Still holding on
To desperate hope.

The child sees a man
his heart beats faster
and he begins to smile
...but at a stranger.

I thought you
were coming too
I saw it on my own face
and felt it in my stomach.

But you, like the father
did not come...
I cried for me
and did not wish to face this child.

The child looks up
and through his tears...
He sees his daddy smile
and the child says
he knew that he would show.

And you too
came to me, through me
and I was grateful
that you did.

So I thanked my God
for sparing me
the painful birthing
of another bastard child.