I wish I could behold her

To be with her

Cooing and wooing her

Speaking soft and gentle words to her

Words of love

Words of assurance

Words of commitment

Words all true

Rid of lies and guilt

Words with meaning

Promises I’m sure to keep

Promises of togetherness

To hold her in my arms and run my fingers down her soft cheeks

Young and innocent she is

My poor little baby

Within my heart I feel a vacuum

A vacuum…a longing for her

A longing to cover her pretty face with kisses so gentle

The little one I love

My sweet sweet baby

I see you no more

But I know I’ll see again

And far away we shall go

My sweet sweet baby



By Sylvia Chika




© SylviaChika 2014


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