Delwen Doyle

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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.


Comments about A Letter To An Unborn Child by Delwen Doyle

  • (10/9/2012 7:48:00 AM)


    a good piece indeed. good choice of words...my kinda thing.... (Report) Reply

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  • (9/3/2008 6:17:00 AM)


    well written, a good theme here (Report) Reply

  • (5/6/2008 9:01:00 PM)


    wow, I don't know what 2 say,
    I love this Poem,
    it's really different, ...... Great Write!
    (Report) Reply

  • (4/13/2008 5:07:00 PM)


    A sadly comic but unfortunately all too true scenario! Well written. Rgds, Ivan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008



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