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this may be the height of self-indulgent pride, but i wrote this poem last year and i came across it today. i figured you guys might understand. if anyone else has any poetry to share, please do so. well, without further ado, here's the poem:
i search for you my child,
my child yet to be
in that long, cold darkness
up ahead of me
that we call: "the future"
i know not when you will come
or how you will be
but i know that i long for you
and pray for you to come to me
i hope you come soon
that we meet earlier
rather than later
that our life together may start
closer to now
that my life will be more filled with you--
and your little fingers
and toes
and giggles
and smiles . . . and laughter, and tears, and memories
things that i may store up and ponder in my heart--
than lived without you
i know not if you will come at all
and that makes me sad
and scared
and lonely
waiting for you
i trust that God knows best
and that if we are not meant to be,
if you will not come to me physically,
that i may find you in those around me
and love you just the same
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