Walking Womb

I have been going down a journey of becoming a mother. I have into some difficulties at times. I wrote this because I feel that love does not come from my womb, but my heart.

I am not a walking womb

And am more than the sum of it's parts

There are ways to be a mother

Other than birthing a child

For caring comes from the heart

Not just from my glorified organ

I can deposit love

Into a child who sorely needs a home

The astronomical need to be a mother far out weighs 

The gnawing feeling to procreate

I long for the chance to breathe love

Into the heart of a child who desperately 

Needs to feed upon it's nourishment

Child, I am coming

I feel the pull

But not from an umbilical chord

But of heart strings connecting me to yours

I see you in my mind's eye

Calling for me to come forth

Save you from a childhood of neglect

I reach out my hand 

To take your small one in mine

We shall soon walk together towards your bright future