I always wanted to be a mom, Like my heart was always preparing for it. Watching and learning, And mothering children, While being a child myself. I dreamed about it, Wrote down baby names, And imaged their faces. I was still in my youth, When my womb grew it's first fruit. Most were exploring the world, Having late nights, And early mornings. But I was settling down, Becoming a mom. The hat I've always wanted to wear, I didn't know if it would fit, Or how good I would be. But that it was my time, To bring forth life, To settle down in my heart and mind, And slow down in actions and deed. To be the mom my children need, The mom I want them to have. 18 years later and I'm still fighting, Fighting to be that mom. The one my children deserve, The one they have to have. The one only I can give them. So I've shed tears we don't need to talk about, And have wounds I'm learning to heal. Motherhood has beaten me broken, Whooped my tale and told me I was having a good time. Motherhood has strengthen me, showed me my heart and has held me accountable. Most days I smile and others I've cried and neither day would I take back. The fruit of my womb, How beautiful does it grow. Like a water lily, Rising above the dirty waters. Shining like you were made too, In awe, I watch what I dreamed about. As a little girl, Holding my babydoll, Waiting until it can really burp, Until I can love it true and pure. Did I make mistakes, More than I'm proud of. Did I give it by best? I'm giving it more. I'm giving Motherhood, Everything but my soul. Because it was gifted to me, The fruit of my womb. Three pregnancy, and three births, I always wanted to be a mom!