A Mothers Dream


I fell in love with a boy,
After nine months in the womb,
I was hoping to get the bride ready,
but I will be helping the groom.

Every night i'd dream,
of that beautiful baby girl,
but when I found out it was a boy;
My life began to whirl.

No bows,
no dresses,
Ill settle for mud instead,
and ill proudly wash him off,
before we head to bed.

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