I wonder if I'll leave this bed; walking again by myself.
If I'll take hands of the one I love and be sworn to new life with a ring.
If I'll hold new life in my arms, feel my body's gift hold my finger.
I wonder if I'll have the chance to drive my family to school,
to watch as I live my life for the life I've created.
If I'll see the world, and inhale new cultures.
I wonder if I'll see my own live their lives,
and how much joy it will bring.
I see myself rocking on the porch, grayed.
I see grandchildren and dogs and smiling faces.
I am there and alive, I have no tubes or medicines.
I am living the life as I hoped,
I open my eyes to machines and white walls,
I see mom asleep in the corner and I wonder if she imagined her baby
where I am now...
I bet she thought she'd rock away and lookout to see her healty kids, and their healthy kids.
It makes me think about my chances of rocking there too...