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I always wanted to be a momma.
An imbedded desire in my heart
I don’t know why.
It has always been in my soul.
Perhaps it was a passion in my spirit
To love someone unconditionally
And to realize unconditional love in return.
Perhaps to see a miracle
The inseparable blend of your father and I
A tangible representation of our love.
His beautiful blue eyes and quirky toes.
Your every feature looks like his.
Yet people say you look like your mother.
Just my cheekbones and a fierce strong will.
Everything else is your daddy.
Your free spirit and tranquil nature.
I’m grateful his influence
Captured your attention.
I’m grateful your attention
Captured his influence.
Despite a maddening intent for perfection
Out of control trying to maintain the same
Somehow we have arrived
This place that seems off kilter
Yet somehow comfortable.
A misshapen sweater
Looks a fright but keeps us warm.