i couldn't see myself raising a child
bringing up a young thing
while still growing on my own
but if it were to bloom alongside me
id hope of being a mother
so very different from mine
i have never heard of a parent
praising their little one's failures
and yet how do we learn to walk
except for falling over and over?
i would give a cheer for every
scraped knee and bruised shin
which only proves their strength
i hope to teach of a beauty
that is invisible to an eye untrained
and to love the ugly just the same
the storm is just as beautiful
as the golden sunset that comes after
just the same way that sadness
makes joy that much more gratifying
my child would see no boundaries
and be met by nothing but possibility
what they want they shall recieve
through hard work and dedication
accompanied unwaivering support
no i don't see myself raising a child
bringing up another human
while still trying to raise myself
but if i were to raise a child
to become a mother
i would be far
far different from my own
