To My Unborn

The day is long and the journey far And here, you can't be if there is no star. So patiently on Him I hope, While with stoicism I keep pulling the rope. It matters not If lad or lass If on a bed or manger full of grass Be the first place u behold, With an open arms, you I would hold. With watery eyes, your cheeks I would fondle Savouring your first cries, wrapped in a bundle. But for now let Daddy hussle For in this place there is no time to huddle. And though the stakes for me are low, My smile falters not, while my aces I show. Happily with me you shall rest For I promise, you won't suck a tattooed breast. So your mama I still fervently search Inspecting the town hall and the church Checking from the head to the feet For we both deserve a wonderful tit. And while the wait may drag on Bear with Daddy, and hold on. © Temajung Michael T