Thursday, 20 August 2009


BY: Charles Popoola

Someday my dearest
inside of you Ill make a future
that which science call foetus
the likeness of our feature
the product of our love passion
the revelation of our next generation

As you lay on my bosom
I’ll kiss your pumped womb
our baby son comfort room
and to our innocent us in you
ill utter this words so few:

My sweet baby son
like daddy you’ll be strong
you will brighten the sun
a great thinker not to go wrong.

My little baby boy
Filled with love, peace and joy
like mummy now lay in my arm
so in her do lay calm
for soon, you’ll be that cheeky chubby teddy
that makes daddy-charly merry.

sweet baby boy junior
to you comes my instruction
even before your conception
the world; a mysterious destination
is filled with much isolation
than your present habitation
but with God your companion
over you shall no man champion.

And as my little cherry grows
he blossoms like the petal of a rose
then him will all life creature
humbly come give their treasure.

1 comment:

Alyssa Andolino said...

I absolutely loved this! So beautiful. You are very talented. Keep up the great work.