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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