The Baby Poem by rhona fabi

I've been thinking of it for times,
that's why I always am not fine.
Though I know you've always been mine,
It just seemed like we never shine.

I do hate it when we fight too,
'Coz I'm afraid I may lose you.
Our promise is what I value,
like I'll do anything for you.

They never want you be my boo,
But there is nothing they can do.
You made me always out of blue,
By saying it'll be us two.

Could you now say I badly fall,
when I have given you my all?
They said for you I'm just a tool,
A thing so martyr and a fool.

Now that I carry what we've made,
I got nothing to do but take.
I am afraid and it's not fake,
But why it's you I just can't hate?

This very thing that I carry,
He is nothing but our baby.
Now please don't tell me that it can't be, ,
when it was made by you and me.

It's your responsibility
as the father of my baby,
to give the life that's ought to be
that's what you promised him and me.

He's not a sin for you and me,
because he made us both happy.
Then he united our fam'ly,
the thing we wished from god to be.

Copyright © 2009 by Ronalyn 'Rhona' T. Fabi
(An original poem written on the 5th day of August 2009 at 03: 29: 42 in the afternoon. A poem inspired by the confused mind of the girl behind this literary piece, about her condition of might bearing a baby....)

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