Barren

Your growing belly

Is hard for me to see.

It's not that I enjoy this envy,

It's eating me slowly.

It's joy and shame,

Happy for what you've became,

But grieving i'm not the same,

Alas, there's no one to blame.

Grass always greener

On the other side of the 

But you grass do grow taller

While mine in a barren soil 

Nothing to nurture, nothing to garner.