Kids that we kiss.

When we think about a lot of things,

We forget about the younger versions of ourselves.

We forget about our siblings.

We forget about kids we helped to get things from the shelves.

We go out in the morning, thinking.

We forget the young ones, left limping.

They are limping because they hit their toes against a table.

Sadly, they are without their parents, hence they are unstable.

Pursuit of money seems supreme at the moment;

We should not forget things like honey , that can never sour in our mouth, no matter our temperament.

Same thing apply with our kids, they are supposed to have a constant flavour, in our mouths.

Because we have the tasks of fending for, and raising them, no matter the month.

We go about in a circular world.

Our kid's world remains a rectangular realm; the classroom.

We work and earn in our own world

Our kid's work is to grow and learn; playing with a car rim.

Getting hit at school, by mates.

Getting howled at for crying at home, by parents

Getting thrashed by teachers, for their mistakes.

These are the daily lives of our kids, even with their fresh pancakes.

Our children need more than chocolate bars,

They need more than $10 for a school trip.

They actually value communication about their hurdles;

And more swinging at his favourite tree.

Inasmuch as we try our best to be good parents,

We should never forget to be nice,

To the lords of the rectangular classroom.

Where our kids sojourn for long periods of their pre teens

They might as well be there until their teens.

Those lords are called teachers;

They are usually dressed formally.

We need need to address them like Soldiers.

Because they try very hard to be professional in their dealings.

Instead of making them lose their cool;

While at their jobs.

Be the fool.

They make or mar kids.

The kids that you kiss!

Every human being deserve better,

no matter how little or big.

Just like a piece of butter,

Whose quality seems to increase with each dig.

Imagine someone who possess so much potential like a kid.

Who can turn into a hero or a terror.

Whose development is dependent on different shades of colour.

Who can end up with a bass or tenor.

Love your kids.

Share your kiss

Dampen your wits, towards your kids.

They are the golden generation,

Like grains awaiting pollination.

Whose path can be diverted into destruction.

Just with little mistakes in instructions.

They keep friends,

They take trains,

They experience intense pains.

All these make or break them.

Where are we, the parents by then?

Me? I'm resolved to be available.

To give a new definition to the world "reliable".

All in a bid to be a better father among fathers;

To give my kids strong wings, full of my own feathers.

Broadening their horizon.

Putting any hurdle out of their way, when they are rising.

The sweetness of all these sacrifices is bound to one thing.

Which is: the affinity of your offsprings to positives.

The enduring spirit they will have to build on,

Is the one you have laid the foundations.

So that even when they play with friends in a field

They will not have reason to be afraid.

Among many lessons we are to teach our kids

We are to teach them that betrayal can come from a kiss.

Not minding the matter they may come across;

They should be ready to bear a cross.

We must say something about our offspring's successes;

But never anything to make them be depressed.

We are to be their motivation in all conditions;

Their knights, even on cold nights.

We can do better

Between Hate or love?

Choose the latter.

When dishing criticisms,

Be gentle to those young citizens.

We should learn to value them, kids that we kiss.