Caressing you inside, through my stomach outside,
Oh my little Angel, I have a million things,
No, I do not plan to tell, but I don’t break promises.
Fighter I shall make of you, overcome the toughest,
In this world of coercion, survival is only of the fittest.
No, you will not let anyone bind you,
Every step you take, I will be your support till the end.
Mark my words, this world; it’s an evil place,
Extremely difficult, the free thinker’s life is.
Now promise to be brave, as I set you free, for
This world is just a huge confinement.
A single mother speaks to her baby on the delivery day, just before her water breaks.
I took this up coz Leo asked me to attempt this acrostic. Thanks a ton Leo! I realized many things about myself and life while writing this poem!