To My Unborn Daughter

Dear Daughter Yet to be Born,

I mended your wound, the one you have yet to have. Kissed it once for pain and once for the soul. You were still small, even now before you have come. The first day of school you cried so hard you almost never went. How could I send you to school covered in a flood of fear! But go you will, to learn and be, make friends and love the summer ease. My sweetest. My love. Only your mother I have yet to know can claim such a place inside this heart. Daughter of mine, name still unknown, I already feel your beauty will rival the world. The first bike I've yet to give, your first love I've yet to meet. The world is harsh, cruel and unkind. I will protect you in this house of love. I will make mistakes, this I know. Yell or Snap, the kind of tactics one should never resort towards. Please forgive this, it is just, I have grown old. You will come and shine but rain as well. Nights of worry have me worried already ... When you are still young, yet growing so old. I know one day you will become a woman in full. Be a lover to someone, seek there arms in the cold, enjoy your first drinks and many more. If only you could never suffer disappointments ire. Never experiance a hang over, nor a broken heart. O Daughter I have yet to know. I make this promise before you are conceived, for your mother and the house yet to be. Destroying is quick, a task so easy. But I will work to build, listen and learn to create our home. The work will be hard, but worth the load. To bring you into this world in a family with love and hope. So to my Daughter yet to be born, know I will scour the world to give you a warm place to grow.

Your Father Unknown,

Mark