To My Unborn Son

 

By Michael Chitawo

 

Dear son,

 

I know that you presently don’t exist,

As your presence lies within the divine

Fruitfulness of Mother Nature and fate

 

But I’m still writing this

To get prepared for your arrival

A blueprint to life and its survival

 

The first advice I give to you

let go of all judgments,

Anger and negativity towards yourself and others

Having these emotions places a heavy burden upon your life

 

Cherish every moment as it was the last

Look forward to the future

While forgetting the past

 

Another piece of advice I give to you

Resist, rebut, and retaliate

Against acceptance and approval

Too often people seek endorsement,

From, Family, friends, foe; Furthermore... Fortunes

With work, wealth, wellbeing, wisdom?

 

Do not ever equate your identity

Measured with materialist matters

 

You are not the latest trend:

Your phone,

Your clothes,

Your sneakers

 

The troubles of the world will

Bother you:

The financial strain

Heartache and pain

 

Finally realize that everyone is your teacher

Everyone who you will ever encounter  

Will bring some sort of value into your life