OMG!  I remember this poem.   I wrote this when Juren and I were trying so hard to have a baby!  GOD is so good.  I remember thinking WHEN THE HEC ARE WE GONNA HAVE A CHILD.  We tried and we tried and it seemed like ages.  Then we got pregnant and we lost that baby.  It was one of the most devastating things EVER.  And then we prayed and we prayed and tried and we tried again and again and again...and sure enough...on GOD's watch...not mine...GENESIS came about.  And now a new one is about to come about.  Anyhoo, this poem here is one that I wrote when we were waiting and waiting...I am so happy that I happened to fall upon this...it reminds me of all the things that i am waiting on.  It reminds me to be patient and wait on GOD.  Thank you, Jesus.

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I THINK A LOT ABOUT HAVING A CHILD.
by POETRI

I lay up at night thinking what it would feel like to not be able to sleep cause my baby is crying.
I think about how Juren and I would take turns
getting up and how many times would she take my turn cause I was too sleepy or grumpy or just plain not a good enough dad to go tend to my child.

I think about changing my baby’s diapers
when Juren is not around.
I think about all the stinky little dooky
that might get on my hands.
And I think about me worrying that
I didn’t clean it all up and that
my child will remain stinky until Juren comes home.

I think about taking my baby in the stroller and
showing her off to all who want to see him.
I think about picking her up and playing games
With him all day and night until I fall asleep.
I think about missing her when he can’t hang on anymore
and she is forced to close his eyes.

I think about how much I can’t wait until she wakes,

so I can play with him again.

I think a lot about having a baby.
I kinda want one real bad.

I think about how much I would love this child.
And how I might be the greatest dad in the history of dads!
Yes, I would be SUPER DAD!! (sing theme music) And I would sing theme music every time I came into the scene.
I would be every child’s dream,
playing every game that she would want to play.
The trick to being SUPER DAD is I am such a kid myself,
so everything she would want to do,
I would want to do more.
It would be GREAAAAT!!!
Until she becomes a teenager and she doesn’t want
to watch cartoons with her daddy anymore.
Until my theme music is too young for my grown up baby.
I would try to change my theme to some hip-hop cut,
but the plain truth will be SUPER DAD just won’t be cool anymore.
I will turn into like the corniest dad.
Will I lose my best little friend
when he is to old for me to kiss him on the cheek

or play hide and go seek or just
plain run around the house chasing each other...?
Who will I play with then?
How can I still be SUPER DAD when kryptonite comes?

It is funny that I think about all of this.
It is crazy that I think so far in the future
when right now
there is no foreseeable future
cause Juren is not even pregnant.
Yet, I am up here thinking about how will I COPE
when my child gets too old for me to play with.
I think about having a baby a lot of times.
The good and the bad...I just want the experience.

I want to experience life in all of it’s forms.
I want to take care of life and mold
and shape it into something incredible.
I want to teach life and have it live a better way that I did.

I want children like this world wants change.
I want a little son like the sun
wants to rise every morning.
I want a baby girl like the moon
wants to outshine the stars.
I need this to happen like I need water.
I am thirsting for life, Lord.
And I am not debating or questioning your ability to do it,
or the fact that you are gonna do it…I know you are.
When? That is my question. WHEN?!

The internet says that I should wear boxers!!
Like the internet knows everything,
more than you, right Lord?
But it says that my testicles need to breath more.
Something about underwear
and especially the tight underwear
that I wear makes my down there sweat and get all hot.
And that it needs more air to release the good
stuff.
I’m trying to release the good stuff, Lord!
To think that all this time,
I could have been messing up my chances
because I have tight underwear on.

Is it something as small as that? I will wear boxers, then.
I will go to the ROSS and buy up all the boxers
they have in my size.
I will be known as the boxer king.
I will even take up boxing.
I will practice day and night.
to become the best prize fighter
this world has ever seen.
My top prize won’t be a crown or a belt,
no they can keep that!!!
My prize will be a bouncing baby.

And after I win…I will retire from the ring.
Undefeated…
… still holding on to my golden prize.

If I need Boxers then just let me know, Lord.
I can get boxers.
Cause all I want is a child.
I will work hard to be the best daddy that I can be.
Even after I lose my powers when they get older.
I will strive to be the best normal dad in the universe.
I think about having a baby all the time.
I lay up at night thinking
when will you bless us with
the greatest prize I could win…
Life.

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