by Charlotte Breems

Created on: September 01, 2008

"Letter to my Unborn Child"

Dear love of my life, apple of my eye, my own special miracle that seem to come true;
There are so many things that I want to say, but first let me apologize to you.

I am sorry for the years of smoking that will take my life away.
I am sorry for the years of drinking that will hinder my stay.

I am sorry for my selfish heart;
That will someday cease to start.

All my clogged and bloated arteries,
my own ignorance prevented my ability to see.

I am sorry that you may grow up in a broken home,
I left you lost, innocent, and on your own.

I apologies whole heartedly for the things that you might see,
IV's, needles, doctors, lawyers, caskets, holes, but not me.

Most importantly the things I'll miss that need a mother's care:
proms, graduations, weddings, babies, and then realization I'm not there.

I apologize to my son in-law, to my grandbabies the same,
to know they'll have to grow up with no face to match my name.

Oh dear god, guide her footstep, set it right, you have the power to forgive.
I want to be there, I want to see her, dear lord I want to live.

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