I sit here on the phone,
with the one I love.
And right now I feel like,
like this cannot be it.
We are both scare,
She does not feel well,
and she has to use the bathroom.
But this cannot be it because,
because I am leaving soon.
There just somethings,
somethings that I do not want to miss.
I do not want to miss its first kick,
nor do I wanna miss it being born.
And I defiantly do not want it,
I do not want it to not know me,
not know me till I get home.
AWWWWW, bro this poem is beautiful. I love it to death, Adding it to my favorites list for sure bro. I love your work, I love your poetry. I look up to you bro. Keep it up. And don't worry you will be a great father!!