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.