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
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