My Unborn Child

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Nigh are the chronicles through infant lens
  that begins its long unimagined page,
and behold, all the world to its far ends
  shall in time be your playground and your stage.
But for now we wait in last days careworn
  a labour of love and bounty of life -
on my honour I’ll welcome my firstborn
  when in my keep I hold my son and wife.
Gift him the arts and mercies of good men,
  make heard his voice over the bark of most
and not want for love or false praise ask - then
  my boy, my son, I’ll have no prouder boast.
Soon this big world you will enter my child
and soon a first breath and a firstborn smile.


          Written: October 1999

                    For Oscar

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Beata Agustin

Date: 1/4/2024 8:39:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.