Conversing With An Unborn Child Poem by Dave Tanwar

In the dream tonight, I talked with my unborn child
inside from my womb when he looked at me & smiled
my heart was filled with pleasure
the moment of bliss was beyond any measure

he then whispered in my ears from inside
whenever I’ll be scared, in your arms I’ll hide
today I am young and you'll take care of mine
when I’ll fall down, I’ll walk holding fingers of thine

I’ll make you smile, when thou shalt be in tears
when you are with me, I know I don't have to fear
soon just like a wink, I’ll be a grown up boy
when I’ll not play anymore with baby's toy

then you don't have to worry, cause I’ll be with you
I am not a bird, who just grow up and off they flew
I suddenly woke up and it was bright sun above
my lips were smiling and eyes shinning out of love

He said to me 'Honey, you looks delighted'
I talked with some one, who made me excited
suddenly little fella kicked me in the womb
I heard again 'Bring me out, I want to play with you in the room'

this time I wasn't dreaming
I pinched myself, before I started screaming
so happy I was, no matters what pain it cost
when in the dream of unborn child I was lost