Unborn's Lament

Mummy dear please listen now
A voice within you deep
My life so brief, just begun
The world I want to see

When eyes first open to peer about
Your face I want to see
Hands that hold me oh so close
Your breath upon my cheek

Gentle voice that croons at night
To send me off to sleep
A warm embrace upon awake
A whispered I love you

I want to see adoring looks
As first steps I take
The startled rush to give me aid
If I stumble or should I fall

Hear the praises you bestow
As first words I speak
See the sparkle in your eyes
When I say I love you

Slowly I grow, yet quickly too
The time is almost near
You buy me clothes, a uniform
In school I need to be

My little cheeks with tears are wet
You find it hard to leave
'It's only school, we talked of this
You'll enjoy yourself today'

A backward glance, you see me cry
And hurry back to me
You kiss away my flowing tears
Because you love me so

The years go on, I study hard
To make you proud of me
A gown I wear to graduate
To a life we planned for me

The boys they come, the boys they go
And none I take too serious
I bring a man, a loving man
This one I plan to marry

How proud your looks I see they are
As I walk down the aisle
A gentle sob I hear escape
As I say yes I do

And as we leave you're first in line
To hold me tight and cry
Thank you mum for all you've done
The life you've given me

A gentle stirring within I feel
The first sign of life
You share with me excited dreams
A Grandma you will be

A child is born, a little boy
We cry to see the sight
Hand in hand we sit on bed
And plan a future bright

The years stretch on and love abounds
Grand children are all around
Their faces bright, their eyes so clear
Oh Nanna we love you

And when you're old and not so firm
For help we are so near
To make your life a life of ease
In our home you will be

When your years the end they reach
And near death's door you lay
I will be there your hand to hold
Your grand kids by your side

And when you've passed, no longer here
You'll always be with us
Your memory honoured be
Not long forgotten dust

Mummy dear please listen now
A voice within you deep
My life so brief, just begun
The world I want to see

If you abort, not let me live
So much we both shall miss
A lifetime of happiness
Is what I offer thee

So mummy dear, this is your child
A daughter fair an true
I'm here in you, a part of you
Please don't murder me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
Many years ago a close friend was in this predicament...she swears that the child talked to her in her sleep...it was brewing in my mind for a while and I forgot it... when I met the lady in question recently I found out that the daughter she had almost lived her life the way she dreamed it...this poem is the result...I mean no offence to anyone.

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Comments (5)

niah9
Steve.....I rarely last through long poems, not because they are not worthy, but I seem to get lost....you kept me lock in, right to the end, I was always ready to find out the outcome.
So I found it a great poem...touched my heart. Niahcomfort hug
Odette67
Very touching, superb poem.applause
Happygolucky4uonline today!
With this poem I thought about me, my mum, and my daughter. Then I got to the ending sigh That was sadcrying


We all three believe in the right to choose so I guess really we all three are lucky to be here with one another. I loved my daughter before she was born. I wanted my son so bad it seemed like I would never get pregnant. Those feelings made my choices easy. Not my life easy..... just the choice. There have been times if I had of read " A lifetime of happiness
Is what I offer thee" I might of been tempted to throw one of my shoes at youlaugh

teddybear
Mariette01
Maybe not so much a lament but more so a promise, thankfully I have never been in a position to contemplate not going forward in a pregnancy, but I do sadly know the pain of a lost child, both through cot death and then the lost of an adult child - through their own choice, so look maybe to what we can offer the unborn than what they offer us. But thought provoking still hug
Mariette01
Maybe not so much a lament but more so a promise, thankfully I have never been in a position to contemplate not going forward in a pregnancy, but I do sadly know the pain of a lost child, both through cot death and then the lost of an adult child - through their own choice, so look maybe to what we can offer the unborn than what they offer us. But thought provoking still hug
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