#348 Jude Preston Poem by Jimmie Arrington

#348 Jude Preston



I love you though we've never met,
At least not here on earth.
I stop and ponder how I'll feel
At the moment of your birth.

Will my eyes begin to well
As they first rest on you?
Will my heart begin to pound
As I hear your gentle coo?

Will you have your mother's eyes,
Her heart, her smile, her nose?
Will you be a bit like me?
A little stubborn, I suppose.

I'm so excited to show you how
To ride a bike and shoot a gun.
I'll teach you how to play guitar
And how to make life fun.

I'll take you out to Chase Field,
Maybe you'll catch a foul ball then.
I wonder if you'll look up to me
And be my little friend.

I often wonder what you'll like,
Who will you become and be?
Will you sit watching sports,
On the couch cuddled close to me?

I wonder if you'll listen to Beatles.
Will you like Paul, or John like me?
I wonder if you'll stay up late
Writing your own poetry.

Will you be a better man,
The person I wished to be?
Will you be more tender and kind,
Who lends a hand freely?

Son, just know I'll be here for you,
Whenever you're scared or sad.
I love you though we've never met,
I can't wait to be your dad.

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Jimmie Arrington

Jimmie Arrington

Phoenix, Arizona
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