I'm eighteen now, and this hard times did not need to involve you
One alone cannot make two,But two alone can tally three.
3 min made a lifelong chore.
No child should come to life except in joy,
I am happy you are a baby boy,
Your dad is fighting prison cells like contra
He loves you and I’m happy he didn’t turn out to be a monster.
Child with child, there is all reason to mourn,
Sleepless nights now, my morning is dawn,
Im sitting here writing this poem instead of a love letter
Wish your father could be out so communications could be better
I thought I did your father a favour
But I will always remember the painful hour of labour
This was not planned and they will be no otherI promise I will be a good mother.
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