Sometimes

Sometimes I want to be a baby
With some fingers measuring my toes
Some making funny faces to amuse me.
And some keeping their fingers in my palm
Waiting for me to hold it.


Sometimes I want to be an old lady
Moving my finger tips on my wrinkles.
Measuring my happiness in the depth
Of lines around my lips.
Reaching the experiences of my life in the past
Remembering the incidences by looking at the scars
Taking small steps like a child
Walking till they halt.


Sometimes I want to be a mother
Feeling tiny legs and heart beats in my womb.
Feeling the pain as it moves every inch.
Feeling my skin just next to mine.
Feeling my blood out of my veins
Kissing what I will love the most
For the rest of my life.