My Unborn Baby
I’m afraid to talk to you.
I feel hesitant.
Because your big sister/brother
Didn’t have the opportunity to be born.
It is what it is.
But now I look to you.
Teach me how it is
That you want it to be.
How you want to be loved.
What you need from a mother.
I’m sorry I have trauma,
That might get in the way of a pure relationship.
But I’m also glad I’m not perfect,
So that you get to see
That you are not supposed to be too.
Will you come? When will you come?
We’ll be happy together.
I might do too much,
But that’s because I love you too much already.
I will never do too little.
You are my charm.
My jewel.
My crown.
Just let me hold you,
And make the world right.