Labor started early in fright,
a girl born on a winters night.
Wind howling, snow blowing,
windows shaking and rattling.
A mothers disapointment for joy,
a third girl and still no boy.
A mothers love forbidden,
a fathers heart was hidden.
A name she bared to satisfy,
in there hearts they deny.
Tea with dolls at table to play,
was not in the cards to stay.
Days went on nights grew colder,
in there love was even bolder.
If a rainbow showed it's color,
in her crys she calls for mother.
She never heard nor saw or felt,
nor listened to what was delt.
As the girl grew much older,
the world became bitter and colder.
Dark alleys and red flashing lights,
cautions signs held in sight.
Nomatter what she fought the fight,
won the victory to cause there spite.
In there hearts showed jealousy confied,
to this day a girl they had they still denyed.
wow really sad, every child should be wanted,boy or girl...