A Letter To My Son Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

If I never made it through the nightfall
I want you to remember this of me
Often I think of you my son Emma
right before you came
I know you are in there in my loins,
lingering as a meiosis of my seed
There are days I think of your smiles
sometimes I imagine how your frowns will be
I know you will be more of your mum
and even most of me
I wish to see you grow up and become a man of worth
I craved to see you lingered in the woods
telling your true love how important I am to you
I hope you tell her those funny tales
I usually tell you and your mum at nightfall
these too were told to me by my father, your grandfather
Never steal a penny from the poor
that will cause them sob a soulful cry
do not emulate the council of the wicked
for the love of silver or gold
splendor is a gift from hard works like
the ones left for you and Ochanya
never afflict the poor for your own gain
instead, stand up for the masses
fight the fight of good faith and
most importantly I want you to finish well
be the man of your words
Do not try to be a hero
but win her heart and love
yes, when you find a she like your mum
win her with your countenance
be a man that she can hide behind and thrive
protect her in your young and old
most importantly, hold her till you part ways in the sky
treasure her in the company of the cherubs
sing her beauty to the sun and moon
In there you will forever find joy and peace
and when you shall return, I shall be proud of you
and tell Onoja, atlast I have thee a son