My Dearest Child,
You are yet to be born.
I wait for you patiently
Like flowers await the dawn.
I hunger the warmth
Of that first morning’s touch.
You’ll reach out to grab me
And tightly you’ll clutch
Upon my little finger,
And we’ll be connected
Through one simple touch,
My life is perfected.
Your cries will be loud
They will tear me from sleep,
And when I’m exhausted
You will cause me to weep.
I will sacrifice everything
I won’t stop ‘til I drop
And I’ll love you unconditionally,
Forever
Your Pop
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