Little One I Don't Know

 Little one I don't know, how I've longed for you

I've wished for you, but now I don't know what to do

You're in my tummy, only as big as a tiny seed

I can't imagine what you'll look like, your daddy or me


Little one, I can't imagine how you will act

Will you be smiley or always frowning like your dad?

Though you are inside, I do not feel you here

I eagerly wait for the day I can hold you near


Little one, I hope you'll have all your daddy's traits

You don't want to be like me, that wouldn't be so great

I hope you have your dad's creativity and tender way

Not my constant struggle with anxiety and life in disarray


Little one, I already love you more than I love anything else

I already want to do for you more than I do for myself

One day I will see you, all your fingers and toes

Until then, you're the little one to whom I'll write poems

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