A poem should be soundless as the flight of birds...A poem should be equal to not true....A poem should not mean but be.

For my unseen child

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Waiting am I to hold you in my arms
Eager am I to see the sparkle in your eyes
Wanting am I to touch your gentle tender body
Happy am I to have you in my womb
Oh! My sweet little innocent baby
I am but counting my days to see you.


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