Not all can have children. Not all can be blessed with that joy. They can't have a girl, nor can they have a boy. It's sad, and breaks some hearts. Then I like to think, think about a beautiful truth. Not all children can are meant to leave their parent’s bodies. Some are meant to stay inside. When their parent passes away, enters through the golden gates There will be their childrenAll that they wished they hadTheir children will be waiting for themBecome their parent’s guardianWatch the heartache they feel-the truth killing them inside-wanting and waiting for that perfect child-their dreams not coming true on earth-how they feel incompleteRemember, the child is waiting for youWaiting to hold youCall you daddy or mommyYour childYour little heaven-Not all children are bornBut-Some children waitIn their heavenTo be seen- To be loved-By the one person they were waiting for-You