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I’ve traveled the world, yet feel I’ve gone nowhere.
My life seems to be one blur after another.
I’ve loved and lost and loved again with such care.
Yet, I’ve never become a wife or a mother.
I long for the touch of a newborn, baby boy,
A son with whom I can share a wonderful life;
A child whom I can raise with kindness and joy,
With his father by my side and me as his wife.
Copyright © PJ Scheidel | Year Posted 2022
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