I'm Glad You're Not an Astronaut

I know my mom is happy

with the life that got replaced

but once upon a time, I heard,

she dreamed of outer space.

Mom, I know that sometimes when I leave,

I leave you fraught with worry

But I feel like an astronaut

Just wishing life would hurry.

At four years old, in Daddy's arms I cried

Somehow, I was old enough to know you might have died.

Too young to understand back then, that if you'd lived that dream,

I wouldn't be in Daddy's arms; you wouldn't have met me.

Mom, I get to see the world in such a different way

The sea so blue, the stars so bright, the sky in darkened grey

The ocean rippled, raging, smooth,

Dolphin flips, nothing to lose

Mom, I wish you could have seen the sky the way I do

on moonless nights, no clouds in sight,

I get to be an astronaut like you

But thoughts that come,

Clouds shield the sun

And I am so alone

The purpose for this life feels lost

With no arms to call home.

At four years old in Daddy's arms

He showed be bricks and mortar,

With soldiers, sailors, basketweave

Turned teary eyes to boredom sleep

Now I feel like an astronaut

And Mom, I think I get it

'Cause I'd trade for the life I wanted

But I don't think I regret it.