the mother in me (anticipating you)

I want to be a mother
I want to nurture and shape a beautiful life
I want to stay up all night calming your spirit
And I want bags under my eyes from not sleeping.

I want to be a good mother
I want to squeeze the milk from my breast
Milk that flows through your bones, from your head to your toes
That helps you to grow into a God-fearing being.

Oh, I can’t wait to be a mother
Sharing in the joys and the pains of this existence
I want to be your best friend, your sista soul, the shoulder you lean on
The one in whom you are always confiding.

I want to teach you RESPECT, like my mother taught me
Of elders, of great and small, of any colour
I want you to learn the lesson in every fall
I want you to be rich in life’s blessings and learn to live through Him.

I want to be the kind of mother mine was to me
And I really want you to fall deeply in love
Weak at the knees, hearts fluttering butterflies from the beginning of something
I ultimately, want to be the grandmother in your family.

I want you to look back on life
Feel contentment at what you have become
I want you to be proud of where you came from
And remember me fondly, for planting the seeds of longevity.

I want so many things and more
For a being I’ve never seen, touched or heard
God grant me the patience to wait for your miracle
And that when it comes, I am the mother I should to be.