I sit on sand folding one after the other,
delicate wishful cranes.
A pleat here a fold there
Fingers tracing destinies,
locked in heart.
Each crease I make, I send
a prayer towards the heavens
“Please bless us with a child,
boy or girl I really don‘t mind
Oh lord such a gift of love let me carry.
Admiring their beauty, I desire
my own beauty growing inside.
Bring me a lifetime of smiles
in my one request.
Patience runs through
my veins still,
with each crane
the dream reaches deeper.
