I am not a wondering wanderer
Searching and questing and seeking
I was born with my North Star
Tied on a string to my wrist
My destination an absolute
I braved judgement and critiques
In this day and age my dream was less
But being a wife and mother
Is the life that glimmered and shined and beckoned.
I've sacrificed, forgone, and yielded,
And reaped the prize, the joy, the bliss
That only a life's goal can give.
This post inspired by prompt #4 at Mama's Losin' It! and the A to Z Challenge!