When my child is crying in the middle of the aisle.
When I am weary but trying to smile.
When people around me stare.
May I consider,
That in that very same moment,
A child is being born.
A mother sits,
And silence is filling the air.
In a delivery room somewhere.
Me longing for silence.
Her longing for a cry.
Two women questioning,
Our weary hearts, Her tear-filled eyes,
May our worlds collide,
So I can thank God for my crying child.