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To My Unborn
Nearly all of my friends and my family
Well they have little ones running amuck
Younger me, she didn’t know that she’d care
She always thought she wouldn’t give a —
Still she had all these names picked out
Ranging from favorite to least of the bunch
Though she never settled on a boy’s name
She’d have a girl, she said on a hunch
She grew up and fell in love but
She never dared change her pick
She would’ve named you Aydalee
But everything changed when she got sick
You might be blue eyed, so bright and alive
You’d have my black hair and my spirit
Your dad’s quick wit, and his stunning smile
You may even write, oh I could just see it
You’d be very smart, and maybe good at art
You’d be super cunning, and have a huge heart
You might have your dad’s impatience but,
My long bouncing curls, the sweetest little girl
Younger me, she couldn’t torture you this way
She couldn’t bring you into this world
When she knew of all the pain, all the doctor appointments, she couldn’t bring you same
She’s glad to have protected you
She thinks of you often, how perfect you’d be
But by never even having you, darling
That’s the best mom that I could be
I wonder what will become of old me
When everything I know is gone
I won’t have you, my sweet Aydalee
But that’s okay, I know I must move on
I know that you aren’t real, but
In my heart, you really struck a chord
You never even touched this earth
And yet you’ve been so adored
Well they have little ones running amuck
Younger me, she didn’t know that she’d care
She always thought she wouldn’t give a —
Still she had all these names picked out
Ranging from favorite to least of the bunch
Though she never settled on a boy’s name
She’d have a girl, she said on a hunch
She grew up and fell in love but
She never dared change her pick
She would’ve named you Aydalee
But everything changed when she got sick
You might be blue eyed, so bright and alive
You’d have my black hair and my spirit
Your dad’s quick wit, and his stunning smile
You may even write, oh I could just see it
You’d be very smart, and maybe good at art
You’d be super cunning, and have a huge heart
You might have your dad’s impatience but,
My long bouncing curls, the sweetest little girl
Younger me, she couldn’t torture you this way
She couldn’t bring you into this world
When she knew of all the pain, all the doctor appointments, she couldn’t bring you same
She’s glad to have protected you
She thinks of you often, how perfect you’d be
But by never even having you, darling
That’s the best mom that I could be
I wonder what will become of old me
When everything I know is gone
I won’t have you, my sweet Aydalee
But that’s okay, I know I must move on
I know that you aren’t real, but
In my heart, you really struck a chord
You never even touched this earth
And yet you’ve been so adored
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