Not ready to hand over my house
To the mess and the grime and the slime of
kids.
Or to quit climbing my mountains
To spend my time on
kids.
Not ready to lose my relationship
In the stress and the hurry and hustle of
kids.
I'm not ready for the responsibility of
kids,
Or to lose myself for
kids.
I'm not ready for kids.
Not ready to fill my house with the
Tears and giggles and hugs of
kids.
Not ready to be amazed at every
car or dog or lamppost like
kids,
Or to watch my husband bloom into Dad
when he's with our
kids.
I'm not ready to become a new
a better person for my
kids.
I'm not ready for kids
But tell me, who is?
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