A baby in my arms

I held my little cousin tightly in my hands,
I felt his heart beat,
And I realised that tiny hands,
made me feel complete.

I held him close to me,
Felt his warmth and his breath,
And I realised there was something I wanted
even more than death.

I want a baby to call my own,
A child to love unconditionally.
A baby to hold safe and warm,
and to belong to only me.

I want to have power of a young ones life,
to bring one into this world,
I want someone to call my own,
I don’t care if it’s a boy or girl.

I want to have that massive responsibility,
one stronger than any other,
I want to choose special Godparents,
I really want to be a mother.

I’m fifteen years old,
somehow I don’t feel its too early,
Too have someone to love
with hair soft and curly.

I don’t feel too young,
Because this is my fate,
to raise gorgeous children.
I can pull my weight.

Teen pregnancy won’t hurt me,
it’s not pains and harms,
because all I want is a baby,
a baby in my arms.
*** My third cousin OSCAR is so cute!!! Now I want a baby!!!***
By Mistaken Identity 2005