For The Child I Promised Poem by Basil Pautu

Some people write poems,
While I write feelings.
Feelings that become solemn,
For some, it might become a healing.

Don't be frightened by the dark,
Come, out to the light.
Here you will make your mark—
Don't be afraid of the night.

Little one, I'll lead you to the light,
Skipping the hard, horrid times;
Come and hold my hands tight,
And you will never hear those cries.

Caring, like father to his child,
Like a mother's heart that never doubts.
Your feelings might be mild,
But I'll let you scream your heart out.

Alas! You're yet to be born,
Yet to breathe in the world we call.
Where your destiny will form,
By then, I will give you my all.