To My Unborn
Ten little fingers, ten tiny toes.
What a burst of joy the thought of you unfolds.
Two pretty eyes, mommy’s pretty nose,
The heavens know I long to hug you close.
Your smiling face, your happy coos,
O’er gems and gold I’ll always chose.
A lad or lass, you’ll keep my lips,
Off the old block, the perfect chip.
A gift from God, my blessed gain
To keep me sane and ease this pain.
I’ll hold your hand, I’ll guide your feet
From ways of shame and Gog’s deceit.
I’ll keep you safe under my wings
And fly you far from harmful things.
You will not like some things I’ll do,
But bear in mind they’re shields for you.
I’ll love you true, a love I owe
And try to match the love I know
From Granny’s hands, its soothing glow,
The very hands that groomed me grow.
Your ‘semblance of no import, but then,
I pray you get your daddy’s pen.
This crazy world, we’re born and die,
And just before, we pause and sigh.
But then I’m glad, for when I’m gone,
A piece of me will carry on.
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