My Poem

You are so far from being,

So distant from forming.

Not yet to breath, to feel or see.

In my soul I know your exsistance,

I love you and I can't wait for the day we meet

When big hand and little hand will greet.

Would it be selfish to bring you here?

To this world of rape, deception and murder?

This nightmare, a dark and grimm fairytale

in protecting you from it pages would I fail?

Beware the wicked man who wants to play with all little boys and girls,

Don't start a game of hide and seek and stay in the darkness for years,

Say no to stuck in the mud with you dad who who draggs you down,

never make believe your a fish with a woman who wants you to drown,

and do not play sleeping lions with mum and stay unmoving on the ground.

You are so far from being,
So distant from forming.
Not yet to breath, to feel or see.

And as you are so precious to me.

I'd rather leave you where you are,

and let you be.