ALCAIC TO MY PROTOTYPE.
My little lads in the womb,I pray the cradle haven within makes you never a fairy gnome and a wrinkling foe to my Joy when you're finally procreate.I am loving you unmeasurable though your foetus never in my care to form.
In the image of God I want you and His likeness, please portray.
I am told "I was a cheerful anoint for my family right from time started till now"
By and by,I never give up my good to them.
Me and your Dad is ready to make your foetus and your image never mixed with sapelle water.
The best of life assured.
You nothing to regret and want for good.
Call on us anytime,
My womb is ready.
Your Dad is capable and the care is available.
I want to make a happy world with you please don't play me drench!
This Poems Story
An advise and a mental picture of who and how I want my children. God is the most beautiful and an handsome creature who has made us in his image. He\'s not deform and my children,I don\'t want them gnome. I child in the fear of God I want to raise. Giving my children the best of anything but never them to spoil with everything demanded. I will love them as I was and am loved by God and my parents.
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