"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."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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