A Letter to my Unborn Child Number 3

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

A Letter to My Unborn Child Number 2

To my unborn child that I’ve yet to name,

Whether you’re male or female I’ll love you the same,

I chose not to find out in the ultrasound scan,

Mum didn’t like that as she wanted to plan

The colours of your childhood, either pink or blue.

Well everything’s lemon so I hope that suits you,

If not I’m sorry but I want the suprise,

We’ll go shopping after to accessorise,

I’ll push the pram proudly and hold mummy’s hand,

I’ll do it for hours ‘til I can barely stand.

Or mum can do it alone, I guess, if you’d rather,

But I’ll be waiting at home for you,

                                With Love

                                Your Father

A Letter to My Unborn Child Number 1

Dear Son/Daughter/Baby/Bump,

Yesterday I first heard your heart thump.

It was loud and proud and quick and clear,

And that sound was enough to make my eyes tear

And I smiled and I found that I was tapping my feet

To a noise that was so like a drum and bass beat

That it resonated loud and deep within my chest,

Where my pride for you is already swelling my breast.

I tap mummy’s belly to the rhythm of your heart,

Knowing that our hands are mere inches apart

And I feel more love for you than I knew I had,

Can’t wait to see you,

                                Yours Lovingly,

                                                Dad

The Hole

The dark, black cavernous hole,
Where something beautiful once sat,
Is cold like a Tundra, bitter and unforgiving,
A void of unrelenting harshness where nothing grows.
What was once there has withered,
With woe taking its place.
To stare into that abyss is
to look Death in the eye.
And when inevitably you blink,
You die.

Wedding Bells

Wedding bells are ringing now the time is getting near,
Eighteen months have flown right by with happiness and fear.
Dissected table plans and menus sit upon my table,
Diamantes on the dresses, every placemat has a label.
Invitations have been sent and now we’ve picked our favourite song,
Nightmares of disasters and everything that could go wrong.
Gone are days of bachelorhood it’s now time to commit,
Begin our journey through married life and now I will submit.
Even if she hurts me I’ll lay prostrate at her feet,
Love her unconditionally and let her have my seat.
Let her wear the trousers, though it’s me who’ll pick the style,
So chain that ball around my foot as I walk on down that aisle.

The Bigger Picture

Wrapped up in self importance it suddenly occurs to me

That the so called bigger picture is the thing we fail to see.

We strut around like peacocks with an air of arrogance

And though we think we lead we’re being led in this great dance.

A speck upon the canvas of this work of art we are,

We hide between some planets sitting by a shining star

In a Milky Way that is, at best, a tiny little fraction

Of a universe that looks at us with much dissatisfaction.

We talk about observing life from a macrocosmic view,

But in practice, we clearly struggle to see past the ME or YOU.

And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying this is bad

It is in our human nature, I just think that it is sad!

It’s a crying shame that we can choose so freely to ignore

The edges of the picture or the frame that holds much more

Than the black and white and greyish shades that people recognise

As the only colours in their life, if they just opened their eyes

To see the splash of colour that’s occurring all around them

And devour sensual stimulators with a slight reckless abandon.

If you’ve taken time to read this then I hope you’ve understood

That without the bigger picture nothing ever looks as good.

Cold Feet, Warm Heart

I lay awake upon my bed, my bones are tired, I ache.
Strange thoughts are running 'round my head, and now I'm cold I shake.
Upon my forehead beads of sweat appear without consent,
I wonder if this is regret, my lids start their descent.
Then fireworks shoot 'cross my eyes and leave me feeling blind
To what is truth what were these lies I've told my fragile mind.
My heart skips beats, I feel such fear, the darkness overwhelms me,
I sit upright, and catch a tear, I rub my eyes to see
An angel lying by my side, her face scarred by a nightmare,
This is my love, my future bride, my tired eyes just stare.
I feel a glow within my breast, at last I feel secure,
I settle down, at last to rest, and know my future's sure.
My path is set and looks so straight, we'll both walk arm in arm,
I'll not get lost or deviate, she makes me feel so calm.
If some time I lose my way she'll take me by the hand,
I know that if I fall someday it's her who'll help me stand.

Cycle

Our lives are sand upon the shore,

Swept out to sea and back once more,

In constant flux, these sands of time,

And when we’re gone the stars still shine,

Upon the place we used to be,

Where pictures fade and memories flee

To disappear amongst the crowd

Of wispy visions that like a cloud

Are blown away by windy breath,

While hand in hand we walk with Death.

And yet the cycle carries on,

It doesn’t care that we are gone.

It never slows, it never stops,

They plant the seeds then gather crops.

And what is it we left behind?

Our bodies gone, our hearts and minds.

Just our children and theirs that follow,

Who have our eyes that see tomorrow,

The sands still shift before the tide,

The cycle cannot be denied.

Succubus

I had a vivid dream last night,

A Succubus upon my bed.

I thought that she might suck me dry

And leave a husk both dry and dead.

Though something deep inside me stirred

To fight until the bitter end.

And now she sits, sad, by my side

Waiting for my heart to mend.

So once again she'll claim my love,

And drape her chains around my soul,

Tighten ‘tiI I barely breathe,

Her mouth becomes a gaping hole

That draws the light right from my eyes

And shatters hope and shatters dreams.

So with pessimism I give up,

And let her have my tortured screams.