I’ve always wondered
What kind of mother I would be
Would I be strict?
Or would I be carefree?
I’ve always wondered
Would I love you to the moon and back?
Or will I be like my mom and dad
and lack
Certain qualities necessary to love a child?
Hmm.. nah, I never be that wild
Mom and Dad argued so much
When my sister and I came home from school
We never had much luck
I rarely seen them hug and kiss
They were just arguing mules
Days and years going of through this
I might as well have
Sunken myself into a deep abyss
Maybe I’ve said too much? Or maybe not
But you get the gist
In high school I got so many memories
Triggers and flashbacks of what used to be
And it made me act out
Not being the best student I that could be
Not pushing myself and seeing me at my best
My potential was there but I was just a mess
Hanging around the wrong crowd
Not caring about any consequence
But when I all came down,
I was on my own defense
I’ve always wondered
What kind of mother I would be
Would I be scared
because it’s all so new?
would I be ecstatic after pushing you out
Enjoying my view?
A couple of my friends are new mothers
And sometimes I ask how it feels
They say it feels different than before
And sometimes they get the chills
One thing I do know
Is that you will be smart
You will not lack common sense
And you will have a heart
You are gonna look just like me
Beautiful eyes and curly hair
Oh, you never know the possibilities
Of what you and your siblings will look like
But one thing I do know
Is that you’ll definitely know how to ride a bike
I’ve always wondered
What kind of mother I would be
I don’t know
But I want to expand your intellect abundantly
I want to take you places I’ve never been
When I was I was five
