A Letter To An Unborn Child Poem by Delwen Doyle

You've got your fingers toes and ears
A little being, oblivious of fears
Lungs developed spine has grown
3 months to go before you're on your own

That night of lust - a drunken fling
Resulted in a new life created - you - this 'thing'
Six months later is where we're at
A situation less than favorable for the chick & cat

Your existence brought them together
Getting hitched - to make it legit- this September

Your pops will work night shift and give up his dreams
Your mom will wait tables and have low self-esteem

Tired of monotony and feeling trapped,
Daddy-o will flee the scene
Unable to cope, Mommadukes will have snapped
Blaming you, she'll be loco, cruel & mean

Right now you're floating around in an amniotic sac
But once you shoot out, there's no turning back

Currently blissful & dreamy
In a serene suspended state
If I were you I'd wait
To pop out at a later date.