First Message

What I want to tell my unborn little girl

Ohh little angel we are yet to see

I am writing this to let you know

once you are old enough to read and grasp

Your mother is asking this to me

Why haven't I penned yet on her

Why haven't I sung yet on you

All I wanted to tell you is

I might be singing laurels to Queen Victoria

I might be shouting slogans against Queen Pretoria

But my voice is stable because of her

Sweet and tender because of you

Stern and stubborn because of us