If only you knew
Just how upset I get
When these differences occur
 
How I wish right now
For a child or two
To demand my attention
 
Then I would stop thinking
how much and how much
I’ve upset you and myself
 
There should not be this unsettling
When I know what fields of love
Have been sown by the outward throw
 
Of our own hands to germinate
Bring forth nod and bend
In summer’s warm breeze
 
Taking the rain taking the wind
turning through green into gold
Ripe ready for harvest home
 
If only you knew
Just how upset I get
When these differences occur