Because I recently found out I might not be able to have children..
My Fake son will be beautiful,
He will have women or men on their knees begging for him.
My Fake son will be brave,
He will fight for what he believes in and stand up for the weak.
My Fake son will be athletic,
Coaches from all over will be tripping over their feet for him to play on their team.
My Fake son will be perfect,
Just like every mother wants them to be.
But my real son may not be beautiful,
Men or women will not beg for him.
My Real son may not be brave,
He may need to hold my hand and be scared to stand up for himself.
My Real son may not be athletic,
He could have two left feet or be a bookworm like his mom.
But my son is my son.
I will love him.
I will care for him.
And I will hold his hand.
Because if I’m blessed with a child they will be perfect in my eyes no matter what.
Okay.. so writing this made me cry :’( but there IS still that chance. Please vote, comment, fan.. it’d make my day.
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My (Fake) Son
PoetryI recently found out that I have a slight (very small) chance of concieveing a child. Since I don't have anyone to talk to I decided writing would be my way out. So he's my poem about loving your child no matter what he/she turns out to be.
