poem for pip

this was written for my pipsneak... and as such, rightfully belongs to her... and no matter how many twists and turns life has taken since then, at one point, pip meant something to the wolf

poem to my unborn
sept.21-27.2009

will i hear your very first cry
when the world opens its arms to you?
i just want to be near you
to see your very first smile

what music it must be
to hear you when you laugh
to hear you giggle
as you run around my knees

to watch you open your eyes
makes it all worth the tears
would cure any pain within
and would subside all angers and fears

know that i have always loved you
long before you were ever born
you are our dream come to life
and none shall ever be above you.