In my own world, a baby I yearn
In my mind, I make a great parent
In my dreams, I see her tiny face
In suspended reality, I dream on!
Will I ever follow through? I wonder
The reality scares me, beyond words
With the dinky life we lead, I pause
Hesitating to rock the boat.
Life moves on, barely I find at times
What do I seek, I ponder, failing to find
Drama, is it? That comes with kids?
A mom, a long shot? I beg to differ!
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