The way I long to be a mother
Is the way the grass can’t wait to experience the sun’s light
It sounds archaic to need this so badly
“This”
is hoping for a little girl
painting colorful murals all over the house,
making a fairy garden in the backyard
decorating the nursery so her childhood will feel magical
“This”
is her never sleeping in the wonderful nursery I spent so much time on
is baths in the sink
dinners for two
her art plastered all over the fridge
I crave to create the connection between a mother and her child,
My mind aches with plans to raise someone better than myself
Someone I will inevitably look at with pride and unconditional love
There will be nothing more beautiful in my lifetime than the sunshine that I have yet to feel on my skin.
Damon McMillan • Dec 14, 2023 at 3:31 pm
Another beautiful poem, Payton. And you’re right.