LONGING FOR A CHILD
Can old love begin again?
Age has made us wiser.
But wise enough,
I do not know.
I loved her once madly.
As she once loved me,
In her own way.
Through torment she closed
My up tight.
Also through torment,
My ex-wife opened me up.
Somewhere deep inside it
Seems right.
Psychic vibes seem to draw
Us together.
She now crosses my mind,
Cleansing the pain.
Thoughts of me cross her
Mind even now.
In my troubled times,
She thinks of me.
An omen appears to us,
Calling out loud.
The time must be right,
All is falling into place.
Thoughts of children
Running free,
Children from her and me.
How I long to see her
Belly swell,
Full of life,
The world wanting to see.
Oh yes, the oracles do
Speak of great joy yet
To be.
I long for a child from
Christine and me.
C.D.RANSOM