Under the skies above

This poem is about an unborn child

My child is out there somewhere under the skies above waiting anxiously for you and me to bless it with our love we share.

A part of me, A part of you and a part of this love we share will protect our unborn child who lives dormant out there somewhere.

Sometimes in my dreams I imagine what it would be like.

How could I properly guide it.

Weather it is born in wealth or poverty there will be no deficiency in love.

I welcome this gift of life given from god under the skies above.