Unborn Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Unborn



After lights were put off for sleep,
And I drew myself the blankets on,
I had a poem springing to life
Within me.

I knew that if I dont sit up
And write it down now,
I may not be able to do it ever
And yet I slept.

Now I remember only this thought
Accompanying that child not born
But not a bit of the face
Or parts of that child!

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