His Will

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.