Friday, November 9, 2012

Surrogate Mother

My poor body is sore

From carrying other peoples wishes

And birthing other’s aspirations

And nursing other peoples dreams

And helping to raise those into full-grown realizations

So much so they call me Nana

And reach out for my hand

My poor spirit is tired

Of coddling all their precious maybes

A change inside has me longing

To raise some children all my own…