Sharpened and Ready

When you're little

you dream

about the boy

you'll marry,

and the babies

you'll have,

and the world

you'll create,

never realizing

it's created for you,

His Hand molding

every little detail,

sharpened and ready

to cut out what's dead,

does not grow,

and what a surprise

it all is when you

were the type

to never even

dream about

the boy

or the babies

or the life

You might

have when

it was a task

just to breathe

through the

life you did.