16 October 2012
9 months ago I got the news, You give me a reason to give up the booze. You were only a little un-developed foetus, But already I couldn't wait till you would meet us. I can picture your pretty face, You'd be so beautiful no one could replace. You'd have your mothers' eyes and perfect complexion, And none of my imperfection. At first I was a little scared, That when it came to the other dads I couldn't be compared.
As time went on I realised I am blessed, To receive a gift of the highest celeste. The doctor announced that your health grew weak, You might not make it till the end of the week. You didn't even get a chance at life, That thought cuts through me like a knife. Now your up there high in the sky, However I can't determine the reason why?
A Baby I Never Meet • Opuss № I