To my unborn child


There was a time I could
Tell you a story of love.
Or a fairy, kings and chariots.

There was a time I could
Stare at the moon and
Sing a song, only only only to you.

There have been times
I have cursed myself for growing up
The way we all have to...

There was a time I could
Laugh, and cry without thinking
If somebody is watching, wide eyed.

There was a time I could
Live the way I, only I fancied.
No rules, nothing to fight for or deceive.

There have  been times
I have cursed myself for growing up.
So I'll let my poems do
Every single thing I could..

 ~Wrik~