The Fantasy Poem by Heather Hilley

What a lovely life,
I'm finally your wife.
Though I am unsure,
Is there still a cure?
Am I blind?
Is this fantasy still wrapped around my mind?
The fantasy of cradles and babies,
But all your answer are maybes.
The Fantasy of the sound of pitter patter on the floor,
You said it doesn't matter because we are poor.
I say we can get through it,
You say not one bit.
I'm going to have your baby,
Wheather you like it or not,
Daddy to be, you cannot say you're not.