To my unborn child
I promise now, that when you're here,
We both will love you, oh so dear.
Never will you have to fear
A lack of love, we'll always cheer
You if you're feeling glum
Or if you've fallen on your bum.
And though we'll do our very best
Not to spoil you, you'll be blest
With everything that you could need
To water any little seed
Of talent, or of inspiration;
Your mind can indulge itself in liberation
(Though your body won't be out too late
On social outings, or on dates
Until you're of an age to be
Selective with integrity).
You'll never want for help with work
From school - and we won't let you shirk,
But give you all that we once had
And more besides, for we'll be glad
If you can be just what you choose.
You'll never, our affection, lose.

Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 2/27/2009 3:41:47 AM
What a lucky child to be loved like this. And for you to express that in your own special way here in this poem. Poetic wizardry at work.

Roxanna   Roxanna wrote
on 1/22/2009 9:30:05 PM
this is truly lovely! x

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