"What do you want to be when you're older?"
"What do you want to be when you're older?"
Heard across as a child
Looked over my shoulder
and said a job so bizarre and wild
The words came out of my mouth, "A mom and a wife",
critiqued and criticized,
their words felt like a knife.
To second graders that job was uncivilized.
Ten, short years later,
not a thing has been changed.
Nothing more than that could be any greater
Becoming deranged,
but loving so deeply
How could I say no
to a child of my own?
Creating a life,
many wish could they could do
Having a lover
and also a best friend
someone to discover
the world and it's end
I could be a nurse,
or a doctor,
or a lawyer,
A job like that is easy to attain
being a mom and wife
now that's hard to explain.
Seventeen years old,
the statement remains
although I've always been told
my dream job stays the same.
Ten years will pass and I will be asked
"What is your work?"
and I will say at last
"I am nurse", but I'll say it with a smirk
"I am a mom and a wife,
simply living the golden life."