NEVER HAD KIDS…
He envies those parents with,
Children to whom they give…
All of themselves,
Like building shelves
For accumulated rewards as they live.
He wishes he spent the money becoming fertile
And been quicker than a big old turtle…
To envy sinners**
Acting like wind spinners
Won’t guaranteed clearing that hurdle!
As she and he grow older,
Desire for children smolders…
But their health needs
Put off certain deeds,
Some forms forgotten in folders.
Changing one’s life might mean
Not meeting and loving the seen…
Gratitude for what is,
The occasional fizz
Of regret cannot redeem.
They are happy for those who do
And appreciate all they’ve gone through…
Raising up kids
Who use their heads
And don’t get lost in brew.
For the childless, they hold inside
Desires that may yet abide…
Nieces and nephews
They’ll never refuse,
But visits are often put aside
** envying sinners…see Proverbs 23:16-18…”and your hope won’t be cut off…”
The Poet is “letting things fly,” so to speak.Some couples cannot afford to adopt…while others may not have the emotional capacity to provide foster care.All the children aborted or put out onto the street by those who CAN HAVE CHILDREN…cuts the heart of those proven to be not able. For this older couple portrayed here–it is too late. Yet God does the impossible—giving hope even to the childless! Praise God…for that!!!!