Nature/Nurture

I think I want to be a mother one day

This monthly dress rehearsal feels like a performance I want to see through

Selfishly I probably want to see a smaller version of me be told they are loved and taken care of no matter what

When I rub my belly and try to identify each swollen part, I feel I see myself doing the same with a child’s limbs in my future

Or maybe I’m remembering it

Maybe even just imagining my mother locating me in her womb, picking up on large head and getting scared