Heaven Within
Not all can have children.
Not all can be blessed with that joy.
They can't have a girl, nor can they have a boy.
It's sad, and breaks some hearts.
Then I like to think, think about a beautiful truth.
Not all children can are meant to leave their parent’s bodies.
Some are meant to stay inside.
When their parent passes away, enters through the golden gates
There will be their children
All that they wished they had
Their children will be waiting for them
Become their parent’s guardian
Watch the heartache they feel-the truth killing them inside-wanting and waiting for that perfect child-their dreams not coming true on earth-how they feel incomplete
Remember, the child is waiting for you
Waiting to hold you
Call you daddy or mommy
Your child
Your little heaven-
Not all children are born
But-
Some children wait
In their heaven
To be seen-
To be loved-
By the one person they were waiting for-
You
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