Why must time be so cruel?
  Does it know this is my anger's fuel?
No, it couldn't so why is this so?
  Hush child not even I know.

Woman am I not?
  Yet fertility have I got?
Child of yours I am....
  Yet never will I wipe faces of jam.

To have a face like mine turn to me and grin
    I would consider that my win.
Please, Father may I one?
   If not, what then can be done?