Forever My Baby Poem by Preston Mwiinga

The day you will marry me, you will never seize to be called my baby.
even though we have so many children, I will still call you my baby.
You will be my god son, my baby man and the father of the children of my womb.

when our children grow, I will stop cooking for them,
I will stop doing their laundry,
They will be independent and leave our home.
but for you, well....
you will forever be my baby because I will forever cook for you
I will forever do your laundry
and only me knows how best to calm you down.
I know which point point to press when I want to add a smile on your face.
I know best your favorite dish and know best how to cook your temper when it is boiling with anger.
You will forever be my baby.