Date

You are late.
I wait, I wait, I will wait for you.
The date comes and the date goes.
We wait.
Why won't you come?
I love you, I want to hold you, I want to see you.
And I wonder.
Will you be happy?
Will the future be gentle to you?
Will the sun shine where you are?
Will you look like me, will you look like him?

Questions to my boy before he was born.

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