For Antwonne (UN EDITED VERSION)
This night I lie here by your mother
watching her sleep-am
Prisoned by your thoughts
So I pray, and paint your
face on my heart-
Waiting for the day you
will tiptoe from my dreams
into this world.
What greater gift is there?
What better prayer can I make?
I promise-I’ll be here with you
When your breeze grows stronger.
I will stand by you- wrap my arms
around you and lull you to slumber.
Through my eyes will you see this
World-a cold world.
I will depend on God
for your sake;I will lean on
the faith that he will watch over you
where my eyes see not;I will rejoice
at the thought of you-Because I know that
like your father,you will fight-the good fight.
with your Verses I know that
you -my child will embrace the truth;
you will take this world by the throat.
so what can I say ?what can I skip?
Antwonne-my unborn
watching her sleep-am
Prisoned by your thoughts
So I pray, and paint your
face on my heart-
Waiting for the day you
will tiptoe from my dreams
into this world.
What greater gift is there?
What better prayer can I make?
I promise-I’ll be here with you
When your breeze grows stronger.
I will stand by you- wrap my arms
around you and lull you to slumber.
Through my eyes will you see this
World-a cold world.
I will depend on God
for your sake;I will lean on
the faith that he will watch over you
where my eyes see not;I will rejoice
at the thought of you-Because I know that
like your father,you will fight-the good fight.
with your Verses I know that
you -my child will embrace the truth;
you will take this world by the throat.
so what can I say ?what can I skip?
Antwonne-my unborn
i will
pray and wait on you.
This poem is unedited but I thought I could share it in its raw form without editing it or any emotion.
Dedicated to Eizzy (you are a poet my dear and thanks for the sketch, it fits just right.)
pray and wait on you.
This poem is unedited but I thought I could share it in its raw form without editing it or any emotion.
Dedicated to Eizzy (you are a poet my dear and thanks for the sketch, it fits just right.)
Comments
My absolute favourite stanza you have written to date babe is this one
"So I pray and paint your face on my heart waiting for the day you
will tiptoe from my dreams
into this world."
what let your words marry my mind! lol
how are you doing? better?
this is beautiful
To be a real Dad!
Edited or unedited, it's good and yeah, the drawing fits right in.
Still need to talk!!
And yes, this does stir the longing to be a father.
Nice poem. Very nice.
this is so nostalgic so laced with longining, its beautiful eeeeeh but robyn, its amazing how very visula you have bocome you paint the picture of your dreams with a light sroke of the brush but no one can deny they havent seen it
will tiptoe from my dreams
into this world."
You write brilliantly my dear. It is so beautiful and tender.
You will find this most useful when he and his teen age friends drop by to raid the refrigerator.
There is much heart and determination her Robyn. Well said and very personal. A poet always takes their audience along for the ride and you have once again taken us places we all wish to be.
Well done brother, well done.
I am absolutely looooving this prose.
I mean... wow....
this poem has brought tears to my eyes. I have read it over and over again and prayed that one day i will be as good as you....xx
@K :am very fine thank you
this is a very,very good poem
Happy Holiday Robyn
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