Months and months we tried and tried, wishing to conceive
what great joy we felt to find our prayers were received.
Day by day we planned and waited for the time to come
when we would have a new born a daughter or a son.
Three months of sun, a pale green room, a crib by the wall
crocheted blankets and Teddy bears laying in the hall.
Then sorrow came with blood and pain, a baby lost
you see, not to be, my little girl her life was our cost.
I would not relive the day, though I dream it still
perhaps at heavens gates she'll be, oh, I hope she will.