Words of a Poet

To my unborn child

I always want you to know
Daddy will love you
No matter how hard
He has to try for you.

I don’t know how ready the world is to have you
But apparently your ready to be here
I hope you are here to save me
And help me along the way
Someone to tell me they love me
And mean it everyday.

A reason to wake up in the morning,
I’ve nearly ran out of them.
I’m sorry to bring you in
On these conditions
Everything must happen for a reason
And “God”s bringing me a gift.

A new life
A new start
A new me
And a brand new you.

By Matthew Henrickson
Dated April 25, 2005