Child

by Quinn Specht   Dec 18, 2007


I sit back and I look,
at all the memories I have had.
My childhood has come and gone,
like the seasons.
I know that times they do change.
But it is scary and difficult.
I bare a child,
and now my life is changing.
It seems tough,
I feel so alone and scared.
But deep down,
I know I will love my child,
as much as anything else!
I may say, so many things,
to hope that I don't have a child,
but the end result is always,
me wanting to love and cherish a child!!!

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments