Alas my darling little bump,
Some things you’ll never see;
Despite your newly-opened eyes,
Such things weren't meant to be.
Your perfect face on sonic scans,
Your outstretched feet and curled-up hands
That tell me that you’re there.
Ideas I have for favourite toys,
The lists of names for girls and boys,
Are things I can’t yet share.
Some things you’ll never see my babe,
Locked within your mama's womb.
While I'm out here and you’re inside
Your incubation room.
Each time I play a Scottish tune,
The fiddle jigs throughout the air;
And there inside your dark cocoon,
You kick your little dance.
I'd hold you tight,
Just given half a chance.
But you’ll never see my stricken face
The day we thought you’d gone.
A terror tore my heart in two;
Thank God, you just held on.
And you’ll never see the tears that flow,
Each time your fragile heartbeat slows
To listen to the lullaby
I make and sing for you.
You twist and clout,
And squirm about,
As if you're breaking through.
The kicks I've felt,
Just make me melt,
With rampant joy inside.
The plans I've made,
The prayers I've prayed,
With overwhelming pride.
But time will come -
And not too long -
When all these things you’ll feel,
The depths of love
Your father holds,
Unfathomed and so real;
An inch away, yet worlds apart,
Our bond is growing strong.
And through the rocky road of life,
I’ll harmonise your song.
The day I clasp you to my chest,
That ache inside at last will rest,
Our hearts will chime in tune,
And beat a perfect melody;
That day can't come too soon.
The world is here, your life awaits,
But haste not, little one!
These moments do not want to wait,
A blink and they are gone.
I press my lips unto the flesh
That keeps your world from mine.
And whisper now in softest breath,
"I love you for all time".