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A fathers poem to his unborn child

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I sit down now to pen this note,
Of how I feel, and of love denote.
For in a few weeks you shall appear,
A fulfilment of love sincere.

I look forward to cradling you in my arm,
Able to protect you from any harm.
A tender kiss and soothing word,
A gentle stroke, nurtured.

As you grow from baby to child,
Learning from experiences you have compiled.
Always remember I am close by,
A guiding hand you can rely.

I look forward to many an embrace,
My arms open when you need their place.
My knee is yours for a horsey ride,
My ears listening to your story side.

As you migrate from child to adult,
Remember I am here to consult,
I promise to be there until I die,
For you are the apple of my eye.

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