Becoming a Mommy

As the wind blows through my hair

I sit and stare

without a care.

I look at you and have no worries.

It's just us and all the blurries.

How could we be in such hurries

just wanting to share the touch.

It just hurts so much.

I was not ready and such

but we continued and realized

that we are not that wise.

We acted as if it was a prize.

But within minutes it all hit

we aren't ready for it.

This poem is about: 
Me
Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741