Poetry: Family

Daddy’s Little Gift

I want you to eat from my mouth

Get the food as soft as it can get

I want you to feed from my palm

Get that food as warm as it can get

I want you to sit on my laps

Feel my arms around you as you sleep

I want you to hold on to my trousers

Feel my support as you take that first step

I want to carry you in my arms

As you cry for anything that you see on the streets

I want you to play with my ears

As you pull my hair with your small hands

I want you to piss on me when I hold you

Never minding that I may not like it

I want you to cry when I leave for work

And run to me when I come back home

I want you to laugh when I fall

Even when it is your fault that I play your age

I want you to call daddy when you wake up

And mutter daddy in your sleep

I want to play with you and your toys

Never mind daddy is too old for this stuff

I want to be there when you have you first fall

Daddy will help you fly through the pain

I want you to call me your friend as you grow

Never caring that I am way older than you

I want you to run to my shoulder as you grow

Knowing that it’s the softest place, you can run to

I want you to speak you mind even when you are wrong

Explaining why you had to act the way you did

I want you to allow daddy to punish you when you’re wrong

Never forgetting daddy doesn’t hate you but what you did

I want to see you through your life in school

Allowing me to help you with your homework

I want be with you when you are a teenager

Daddy will be there to answer life’s hard questions

I want to help you grow your talent

Daddy knows that there is more to life than school

I want to celebrate with you on your first job

And support you though the rest that will come

I want to stand besides you on your wedding day

Watching as you make that important commitment

I want to be there when you give me a grandchild

For you will remain daddy’s little gift forever

 

My Unborn Child…It’s all about YOU

When I met your mother, I was sure she would give me a beautiful YOU.
Her beauty, virtues and values made it clear to me that it would be a good life for our family.
I have aped a lot from her…it is now YOUR turn to do the same!
Do not allow YOURSELF to get out of her unless YOU are sure YOU will be patient, loving, kind, honest, hardworking, and compassionate to this harsh world and its unwelcoming citizenry.
If daddy never teaches YOU anything else, remember, it’s all about YOU…
YOU need to be comfortable but YOU have to earn it!
YOU must to be successful but YOU have to work hard for it!
YOU need a good family but YOU must love and appreciate them for life!
YOU must have a healthy life but YOU have to manage it YOURSELF!
Every time YOU look into the mirror always remind YOURSELF that image YOU see is the only obstacle to the future YOU desire.
That’s the best lesson mummy and daddy can give YOU.

Again, my Unborn Child I borrow from Tupac…
Can I believe in my own fate?
Will I raise my kids in the right, or the wrong way?

I vowed to your mother to take care of her… YOU will be part of her for nine months…
So this also applies to you…I also promise to take care of YOU… Like a tree does to its own fruits
I promise to have time for YOU…
Not just, time to give YOU instructions…
Not just, time to reprimand YOU when YOU err…
Not just, time to tell YOU how wrong YOU are…
But time to listen to YOU and YOUR thoughts…
But time to find out how YOU are fairing…
But time to guide YOU in this long journey of life…
But time to take help YOU take that important step…
And time to pat YOUR Back…

My Unborn Child… YOU will be a hero but let Tupac give YOU some advice;
Run wild, but be smart
Follow the rules of the game
I know that sometimes it is confusing
The rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday
Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends coming down the way

My Unborn Child…It Is All About YOU!

Well we thought we had told YOU all in Part II… but I have every reason to write to YOU one more time.

My unborn child, I write again to give YOU an update on what we are doing to give YOU a comfortable life.

To tell YOU the truth things are thick. We are faced with an economic downturn does not seem to want to go away. We wonder whether it will be gone by the time YOU arrive.

But YOUR mother and I have not forgotten YOU. Everyday we look out for ways to ensure that YOU will find us ready for YOU.

At times we think that we are doing too much for YOU at the expense of our own lives.

At times we think that we are preparing too much comfort for YOU and forgetting to live for today.

At times we think that YOU are asking for too much from the little that we have manged to gather.

But every time we remember that we promised to give YOU a good life once YOU join us. We remember that we made the choice to invite YOU to be part of us. We remember we had a choice to stay without YOU. A choice to be selfish with the little that we have.

YOU are the angel we are yet to have.

YOU are the pride that keeps our heads high.

YOU are the success that makes us proud.

But always remember as we told YOU in the first part of this letter.

Do not allow YOURSELF to get out of YOUR mother unless YOU are sure YOU will be patient, loving, kind, honest, hardworking, and compassionate to this harsh world and its unwelcoming citizenry.

My Unborn Child… YOU will be a hero but let 2pac Shakur give YOU some advice (again);
“Run wild, but be smart
Follow the rules of the game
I know that sometimes it is confusing
The rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday
Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends coming down the way”

My Unborn Child… It Is All About YOU!

 

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