My Promise

on the beach

“You remember this girl, don’t you?
Cause she remembers you, and she’s pregnant too.”
The words split through my ears,
Giving way to plunging fears.
“They know who the father is,
A boy named you is who it is.”
I felt my head start to whirl, How could it be?
Couldn’t remember anything, ‘tween her and me.
“Really?” I looked around, and took in the stares.
All around me, disapproving glares.
I was kicking myself inside, how could I do such a thing
But the problem was, once you’re in, you’re in.
I vaguely remember the rush of her hair,
The tan skin, and freckles so fair.
Now I heard the adults speak and let their views go
They fought back and forth, and finally, lo.
“We’ll put the baby up for adoption.” They finally agreed
But something had planted in my heart, a little seed.
Packed my bags and jumped on a train
Pushing on, despite their demands.
Somewhere far away, I could see her all alone,
Carrying a precious bundle inside, all on her own.
Something deep inside me was crying out.
Something telling me to make it right.
Can’t fix what happened so many nights before,
But I can change that which does now come afore.
I stand at her front door, knocking now.
No retreat left. Can’t back down now.
I see her beautiful face, appear in front of me
And beneath her clothes, a little bump I can see.
In the middle of this storm, she’s so frail and tired,
Wishing someone would care, that the accusers would retire.
Her haunted eyes look up, tortured at me, she asks why I’m here.
I can see that her lips quiver, now as I draw near.
“Hey Missy, I know what they all say, but I’ve come here to stay,
I want to be the father of my baby. I promise I won’t go away.”
I was trying so hard not to cry, not to give away my emotions inside
But she was breaking down in tears, with feelings she couldn’t hide.
I wrapped my arms around her, as I felt her sob.
“They want to take him away, and he’s not even born.”
I could feel her fuelling my fire. As now I stood tall,
Faced those who would tear us apart, “It ain’t gonna happen at all!”
I turned, put my arm around her trembling shoulders,
And together we walked away, now stronger and older.
Whispered in her ear, “I love you, there ain’t another.
Those who would, won’t separate me from you ever.
That baby’s mine, and I will be there for him.
This is my choice, my promise, not just a whim.”
All around, did the sceptics and critics cry,
We raised our hands, together, them we will defy.
Can’t change what happened in the past, but we can the now.
The shaping of our future, is the here and now.

Story Behind the Poem:

Ok, what is it about me you don’t know?! Relax, this is not actually based on something that happened to me. Ok, it is. It’s based on a dream I had last night that felt so real, I woke up thinking it actually happened! I don’t really need to tell you what the dream was about, since this poem sums it up. And believe it or not, this poem runs almost exactly to the same tune as my dream did. No kidding.

Anyway, the difference between the dream and my poem, is that my poem is bringing a message. The message of this poem, is that while we cannot change what happened, we can change, to a certain extent, what will happen through our actions. Just because we make a mistake, doesn’t mean we have to dwell on it. We need to push on and change it for the better.

“Don’t cry over spilt milk.”

“A mistake doesn’t have to be final.”

GZ

 

photo by http://www.sxc.hu/profile/Ambrozjo

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