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A Letter To An Unborn Child
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You've got your fingers toes and ears
A little being, oblivious of fears
Lungs developed spine has grown
3 months to go before you're on your own
That night of lust - a drunken fling
Resulted in a new life created - you - this 'thing'
Six months later is where we're at
A situation less than favorable for the chick & cat
Your existence brought them together
Getting hitched - to make it legit- this September
Your pops will work night shift and give up his dreams
Your mom will wait tables and have low self-esteem
Tired of monotony and feeling trapped,
Daddy-o will flee the scene
Unable to cope, Mommadukes will have snapped
Blaming you, she'll be loco, cruel & mean
Right now you're floating around in an amniotic sac
But once you shoot out, there's no turning back
Currently blissful & dreamy
In a serene suspended state
If I were you I'd wait
To pop out at a later date.
Delwen Doyle
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Chitra Lele (9/3/2008 6:17:00 AM)
well written, a good theme here |
Michael Manners (5/6/2008 9:01:00 PM)
wow, I don't know what 2 say,
I love this Poem,
it's really different, ...... Great Write! |
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