Lay down in a cold bed,
Pajamas hugging my body,
Wrap the sheets around to try to warm.  
What is my purpose?
Possibly a neurosurgeon,
Possibly a research scientist,
Both?
Who really knows.
Part of me longs to be a devoted wife and mother
Imagine hugging my husband as he arrives home,
A beautiful dinner ready for him,
Working together in a partnership matched
So perfectly, in sync like ballerinas...
Maybe a handsome young son
Or a kind, gentle daughter.
Both?
All?
Who knows.  
Who really knows?