Surrogate

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Sparking the limitations with a fire of determination, 

Red and white twinkling in his newborn eyes, 

The mother sat carefully, tears of happiness emptied

The thought of giving up her child, she had despised

She never wanted to do this, but needed the money

To feed her husband, keep a job, and pay rent

But when she prayed for an easy job, she thought

That the opportunity for a surrogate was Heaven's sent

It was all cold now, as she handed away her boy

Shivers and fear that made her tremble on the hospital bed

Regrets and guilt, the stars hidden behind the ceiling

She reached out to grasp them, but it was all in her head

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