She wants a lover
Who is like no other,
With him, her life she wants to rediscover.
With a man she wants to forever hold
With him she wants to grow old,
Then she wants motherhood to now unfold.
She wants to be married
Over the threshold she wants to be carried,
When her life completed and not harried.
She wants to be a mom/ a parent
Which is her soul's declarant,
Which in her is now always apparent.
She is now a mom and a wife
And she has felt both love and strife,
She happily enjoys her living and her life.
She was a wife and mother varied
Many of life's situations she had parried,
When she dies, a mothering wife will be buried.
Randy L. McClave
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