To my coming child

a poem to my coming child

My child, not knowing how to address you,
I want to let you know that I am going to meet my life due
And I never know if I can see your tender body
Will you cry aloud and will you be naughty?
And your body may be wanted touches by your father
Life is, however, so ridiculous, rather.
Who will protect you, and lead you on the road of life
Though I never doubt the ability of your mom, my wife
She is nice, so nice and I am afraid you may make her angry, sometimes
She may teach you the words with the rhymes.
Whenever thinking of this, I shed silent tears
though I know I am a man with no fears
Just how can I stop worrying you so
as my days in light in countdown go
Will you hat me by leaving so early?
My dear child, your papa is very hearty
and a person worth your respect with his justice and honesty
My dear child, don't blame me if I am with God when you first open your eyes
I'll be in the light watching you silently with my omnipotent eyes
Bless you and you mom, my coming child
My worrying you urges me to talk with you so wild.