A tender and innocent smile,
Giggles as he's held,
How my heart melted,
Wishing I could hug him,
Wishing he was mine.
But my time will come,
When affection will take over,
Fear can no longer control me,
Destiny will make this life brighter.
My dream will come true someday,
Hopefully, my emotions aren't led astray.
But until we meet,
Until I can hold you in my arms,
Hug and kiss you,
To see you grow and mature,
I'll be waiting,
My unborn child.
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Nice Christopher, Whatever you imagine the love for your own child will be, is nothing compared to what it really is... by all means wait till your ready cause 17 is just too young. I loved this poem and gave you a 10.... Refreshing change