The Unborn Child
The unborn child.
I am deep inside the womb.
Twisting and turning in the dark space.
I hear a voice whispering into my ears ,
That I love you my child each day.
Then I feel someone’s hand caressing my face.
I laughed as I feel tickled all over the place.
I feel secure that I am protected by someone so close.
And when I was born I knew for sure.
That she was my mother very dear.
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