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.

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

I wouldn't be in Daddy's arms, and 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, calm

Sealife playing, having fun

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

on moonless nights, no clouds in sight,

You'd be an astronaut like me

Having deep, unprovoked thoughts infinity

At four years old in Daddy's arms

He showed be bricks and mortar,

With soldiers, sailors, basketweave

He dried my tears and bored me back to 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.