Rewriting Imagination

Title isn't final. It's after 3 AM and I wrote from my heart in like five minutes. Other suggestions are welcome! In case some don't knoq the back story, I had a miscarriage myself.

I'm not a normal mother.

I never got to hold my child

Right after their birth

I never got to feed them

Or teach them how feet work.

I never brought them home with me

Or even to the ward

But I still have big dreams for them

Born or not born.

For me, they were born

The moment that I knew

It's funny you could love them

Not knowing really who.

The father doesn't get it,

Not quite 'til they're here

But for us moms who carry

We know who we will bare.

Some mommys can hold them

but some don't get the chance

Some can hear a heartbeat

and some don't get a glance.

Every mom is different

One way, they're the same

We re all still mothers

Whether or not we name.

The situation's difficult

Sometimes harder than not

But one thing stays the same

Every mom would have fought

Truly what we want though

at one point or another

What's best for them is best

that's the logic of a mother

I may not hold my baby each day

Bathe them, teach them to talk

But us moms, we have a special gift

We can always feel them walk

When we are young

They say the key is to imagine

When you're a childless mother

Imagination really happens

Believe it or not

Stressful situation or blessing

Everything is worth it

If you rewrite the lesson.

Author's Note

Ignore grammatical errors. I literally wrote this in five minutes. In the heat of the moment.