Rest your head on my chest my child, so that I can smell your back which will carry me when my feet fail me. Listen quietly to my heartbeat so that I can hear your panting and heaving under the weight of my passing future. The warmth your feel now on your cheeks against my sweating chest, prepares you for the biting chill that will scar your face. Your future without me, will be like a lone storm raging in the desert, if I do not temper your wrath now. My love for you my child, is a shield I wish to protect you with in the unknown future. At least when you know that you were deeply loved, you will have enough reason to love also. Pass the warmth that I give you to your children, so that you children and your childrens children will pass on this legacy unremittingly. When I pronounce that you own the future, you must have enough courage yourself to bequeath to those who will come after you, the future you make. My love for you my child, will never cease, even through the earth, ash and dust I will become upon my demise. Like the stars roaming the african night sky I will always watch over you. So you shall those who will be sired from your loins, and so they shall those who will be sired from their loins. Our journey will become a story, our story will become a legend, our legend will become a trophy upon which future generations will draw the shield of their future. Their future will become a reality whose history will stretch back through the holding of hands from their present to our past. Our past will be the foundation of their future. Feel my hand touching and gently massaging the crown of your head my dear child. It silencing the storms in your head. Your will face the storms in your life. But the storms of life will never go inside your head. Sleep well my child. The future assured, lies in front of you.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 21:40:47 +0000
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