UNBORN

A poem for the unborn child of many years ago

I don't know what you look like
or what's your sex
I don't know the color of your hair
or the color of your skin
I don't know your smile
or if you had dimples

I was not ready

I don't know what your first words would have been
would have I taught you Spanish?
I don't know
Would you look like your brother
who came two years later

I was not ready, a lousy excuse
but all I can say
Someday I will met you but, will
you want to met me
I don't know