I’ve always lived
as though the Lord can give
and can take away.
I try not to cling to things of this world
not a person, place,
or possible possession
is so important that my world would
when this inferential “thing” is taken away.
I don’t have something I can’t live without.
But when thinking of my future,
there are so many things I could mutter,
So many dreams
that I can’t live without.
One desire of my heart trumps all
My dream, beyond any other
to grow myself, then become a mother.
One who prays for her children.
One who tells them to dream
and I want to watch as their aspirations gleam
in their pretty little eyes
like the sun does
as it starts to rise
I will watch in awe
as my baby is born an innocent creature.
innocence that can be displayed in the nude.
No other creature can capture an honest heart while unclothed
and attempting to walk in a drunken brood.
I can not live without the dream
of being pregnant.
I can imagine growing up
and having something grow inside of me.
Is there a more magical success in life
than having a child?
Suddenly waking up one day,
a day like any other,
and discovering it is your time.
Your time to be a mother.
This is something close to my heart
This is the thing I can not tear apart
This is the dream I am preparing for
I do not think I can ever hope for more