Poem For My Baby GirlPoem for my “Baby Girl”From: Muti and your Mayonaka FamilyBaby girl, my sweet little “child”...Every night when I head to sleep,Our last conversation lingers in my headAll night long.Sweetheart, do you realize,That your pain is our pain?I know what you think…You think you’re a burdenTo your father and IAnd the rest of our Ohana.Is that why you distance yourself from us?My dear daughter,I hope you realize…When you cry, we can feel your sorrow,And when you’re frightened, we share your fears,And when you try to be aloof, we feel excluded,And when you feel despair, we feel helpless as well…Your emotions really matter to us,Despite the fact that you think that it’s a wasteTo burden the Ohana with such things.Baby girl, my sweetheart,I want you to believe.Believe that you’re special.Believe that you’re extraordinary in a good way.Believe that you’re truly important.Believe that we ALL
Dreams and Survival Part 1-APH Sufin Nordic MpregDreams and Survival Part 1(A SuFin Mpreg Fanfic-APH Sweden x Finland)By: Kaede N. S.Finland shifted uncomfortably on the rocking chair, stroking his belly. Ever since he realized that he was pregnant, his lover, Sweden, had been extra gentle with him. Sweden made sure to do all he could to make Finland feel better about his pregnancy.Finland loved having Sweden spoil him. Sweden would always rub Finland’s belly, massage his achy feet, hold him tightly while sleeping to keep him warm through the blustery nights, and take him shopping for the baby more than usual.But the best thing about having Sweden, in Finland’s opinion, was his ability to guarantee his safety. Finland was scared, especially now that he was pregnant, that he would get hurt and miscarry.Finland could stand nothing more than to imagine Sweden’s face if they lost the baby they’d created together.So Sweden had taken the responsibility of protecting both countries while Finland rested and rel
Missed-Anime Inspired PoetryThe illuminating skyDims once again,And once again,Here I sit…Waiting quietlyBy the doorNear the cold basementJust likeI do every day.I keep imaginingThat he’ll toss the door openAnd sayWith his smiling face“I’m home!”Every time I imagineThe pain to forgetRips openAnd leaks out ruby-red blood,Making my heart breakEach time.Rivers of tearsWet my face once again.And your happy voice repeatsOver and over.My memories hurt meOver and over…Why do I keep waiting?You’re not here…Why do I expect some fairy tale endingTo fix my life?Where are you??Come home,I beg of you…You’re missed here.
My Brother's Freedom-APH Inspired PoemMy Brother’s FreedomWhy didn’t he come home last night, you ask?Well, why ask me?I think we both know why my brotherDecided no to come home last night.It was you!It was you who yelled at him!You called him useless,Unnecessary,And a dozen other terrible things,And now you come to ask me where he is?After putting up with you yelling at himFor so many years,I’m surprised he held on so long!The brother I know and loveWas a wild, free spirited young man.He would do what he wantedNot what others wanted him to do.That was the brother I knew!The brother I trusted!The brother I loved!The brother I looked up to!But no!You crushed his free spirit!Crushed it,Like a fruit between your handsUntil the juice would run down your fingers.Why were you always on his tail?Always watching him,Making sure he wouldn’t stray.You made sure not even one toe was out of line.But we both know that wasn’t like him.He told me over and over,That it felt li