A Gift

He has his own child...a beautiful baby boy...
Brown hair, brown eyes and a gorgeous Smile.  
He could be the face on the cereal box  
for all to admire.

They have loads of fun when he visits..
they do all kinds of stuff....
he even has his own
Video program and I hear laughs and laughs 
when Im in the kitchen  
or on the phone.

What a wonderful gift to have a child of your own...
They look alike and even sound the same...
Whoops..they are going at it again..
Making up a new kind of game...

So now it is time for dinner 
and we are all in the kitchen together
I really don't know whether to bring up a new subject...
well, I really Don't know what to say...
These two guys are having such a special day..

Do I intrude?  Is what I say, maybe a bit rude?  
I don't know how to make
Conversation..
 
Do I really even have an invitation?

I will never know the joy, 
the pleasure of having so special a treasure...
Am I even invited to share in the day?  
I would love to be a partner and 
Join the play...


Are there any schools where I can learn the rules  
and is there anybody I can talk to, 
anybody I can balk to..
Does anybody understand that this just was not the plan

It is a must that I adjust...But, oh, God, tell me, 
teach me,  the proper way

I want so much to enjoy this day...

Margo Moss, April 29,2002