Wishful

just a poem I came up with today. Been on my mind for awhile now. This poem might offend some people probably. Hopefully not though.

I dream of being a mother someday, but the way the world is going right now I don’t know if I want to anymore. I wish to go through the challenges of motherhood and have my own little me and raise them with the one I truly love. We talk about kids someday but we’re both a little nervous about bringing them in this crazy crooked world. I guess I might just wait longer and see how the world goes over the years. I want my child to be safe in this world. I also want to wait till we are more financially stable. I’ll wait and see. We will know when its time. If it never happens that will be okay. I’ll learn to accept that if it never happens. I know motherhood will be challenging, stressful, great, and scary. I have some friends who are mothers and always say how fun and hard it is.