**This is a poem written in early June 2009.
To my dearest unconceived child,
We are trying ever so earnestly
To begin your journey on Earth.
We spend many nights in tears
Because we fail at each attempt
To give you life, breath, spirit.
We pray over you constantly
As ask the Lord for you to come.
Yet you are still so distant
And still unconceived.
Only the Lord knows the day
When you'll finally be created
And begin your life.
Until then, we will keep praying
For no more failed attempts,
And no more tears of frustration.
We keep trying earnestly,
Crying tears you'll never see,
And waiting on the Lord.
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