"We can't exactly pinpoint why,"
the specialist advised,
"but nothing's going to happen. Sorry."
Done, we realized.
The two-year round of docs and pills,
the hypodermic marks,
exacted such a heavy toll,
but never struck the sparks.
We drove home crushed, awash in woe,
beyond mere grief or sad.
Determined, though, no matter what,
to be a Mom and Dad.
We looked up an attorney then,
to help us to adopt.
A complex legal process, but
we swore we'd not be stopped.
Before too long, the lawyer found
a single mom-to-be.
She had two kids already,
and could not face having three.
Inside a dingy coffee shop
we asked to raise her child.
Through narrowed eyes she sized us up,
then: "Yes," she said, and smiled.
For months we waited, full of fears,
till nerves were frayed and worn.
And then, as dawned Thanksgiving Day,
our baby girl was born.
A miracle! So perfect, pink.
We took her home to stay.
She’s now in paramedic school;
the years have flashed away.
And now each time I see my child
so grown-up, strong and bright,
I bless our infertility...
God made it turn out right!