I hear her struggle with her thoughts
As she feels all alone.
She blames herself; she tells me so
Until they find out why...
I wish that I could comfort her
All I can do is try.
Try to tell her itís not her fault
That she did nothing wrong...
I know itís true and in my heart
Have believed it all along.
But Iím not the one who carried him
Who grew him in my womb...
Iím not the one who suffers now
The one who feels doom.
I hope that she can see one day
That she is not to blame.
I hope that she will realize
That she holds only fame.
For in our eyes she is the best
and brought us so much joy...
She blessed us with a precious gift
She blessed us with a boy.
~~dedicated with love to Matthewís birthmom (c) 6-20-98