Rosie
This is who I wanted to be
A singing mother of two or three…
A healer of boo boos, a sorter of socks
Reader of stories, builder of blocks.
Hoping for two or maybe three
But maybe it would be…
…just you and me.
Baker of cookies, maker of cakes
Flying kites, petting snakes?
Playing games, going to fairs
Snuggling, camping, saying prayers.
Wish you were here with me
One, two or three
But for some reason…
It’s just not meant to be.
