Monday 19 September 2011

I'm a poet and yes I know it.

Sometimes
I can't help but think
That through all this

It leads to one thing
Beyond my immediate goals and dreams
My insides tearing apart at the seams

Consuming like a passionate fire

A wife and mother is my fondest desire

Each way I turn

They're all around me
Cooking for husbands

and pregnancy screams

Tiny eyes glimpsing up

As a brand new father

Makes the first cut

One day I know

Without a doubt

These desires will be sent out

The longing, no need to be more

Because my fondest dream

Will have found its way ashore.



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