She wakes up.
It's early in the morning.
The baby is crying,
yet he lays there asleep.
This happens all the time.
Her son is a sweet baby,
but she dosen't understand why he never helps.
She wants to sleep in.
She wants to rest.
It's out of the question.
They say home is where the heart is.
She says her heart is inside those hazel eyes.
almost everyday she questions,
would she even be here if those words
"i'm pregnant"
ever came out of her mouth.