I am your progeny,
A blessing from the sky,
That gives you a day filled with laughter,
And a lifetime full of cheer.
Why-o-why, do u, as my parent, kith or kin,
Try to find in me, a source of entertainment and fun,
A means to expend your time and articulate your judgement,
Or an object that instills in you, a sense of achievement.
Am I a medal you wish to exhibit,
To visitors at home or colleagues at work,
Or a placeholder on images,
You share on your social network
Can I take a moment to respire;
To know and express my thoughts, emotions and desires?
Or should I devote my precious childhood and adolescence,
In a tryst to reflect your aspiration or providence?
Do not play the cards of comparison or competition with me,
For I am, but an offshoot of your pedigree;
Lend me your foresight and vision,
Before I set out on my expedition.
All I need for my survival, sustenance and success are few
psalms,
Patient ears that pay heed to my ideas, and words that
dispel my qualms,
Caring eyes that convey your concern, confidence, trust and hope,
And cockles of a warm heart that reinforce your
unconditional and undying love.
