Poetry 14 lines

Babies in the Park

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I gaze out my window, andI seethree little babiesplaying in the neighborhood park.Three little ladiesunder three. My heart aches,a childless mother– I am,the needs of my happiness reflected, justout of reach. My wombswells in desperation, anempty vessel yearningto grow newlife.