Karl Nkecha Safindah Poet ABC

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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Temajung Michael Tanjang April 18, 2014 at 4:01 PM WOW KEEP UP Karl Nkecha Safindah May 31, 2016 at 5:05 AM Thanks for stopping by bro

NGT NGT October 19, 2013 at 12:38 PM the child carries on the family name. but the child though meek and spry enters into experience when he grows up and understands the dark side of the world. Thank you again. this is a very solemn piece Karl Nkecha Safindah May 31, 2016 at 5:06 AM Thank you Geraldo. Thanks for stopping by