To my unborn child...

I've not heard the voice
I ve not seen how would you ve cried.
Through the veins ,the blood that flows
Given you the heart beat and The whimper
Of bothered sigh.

I've dreamt so many things
To tied your hair with a string
Or to bake cake on a Saturday night
With the chocolate on the top
That I always lick like a greedy dog
And you too would like, likewise hoped.

Yes, it was yesterday's and the thing of
Past. The same blood that's called menstruation, was your life blood.
And every time , when I bleed i dare, i fear never.
With the twitch on my lips,
I tremble but make laughter.

But , now you re in my mind.
Yah , i fear , i do care.