A poem about gender disappointment

I am a mother,

Who has dreams I'm afraid may not come true,

I dream of the day

Of holding a bundle of pink or blue....

Maybe I'm dreaming of pink,

A daughter who could one day be,

A strong but soft woman

A newer version of me....

Maybe I'm dreaming of blue,

A son to be strong, but kind,

A sweet little boy,

To grow into a good man in time...

So please don't judge me,

Or these feelings I can't change,

They may seem unknown to you,

Bad or strange.....

Please keep in mind,

Even if I'm not given my dream,

I carry a love within me

That may be unseen...

I will love my child,

Boy or girl,

And I will hold and kiss them just the same,

And they will be my world...

Even though I'm disappointed,

It's not with what was given to me,

It's disappointment for a world,

That I might never be blessed to see....