A letter to the Heir

Cry on my shoulders

Forget all work folders

Wet my chest with your tears

Unloading all your fears

Run into my arms when scared

Together we'll tread

where others dread

Don't bother about the bank statements

Just always bank on my statements

I'll like to loaf around you

The only bread in my bakery

Your loaf is enough for me

I don't knead the excess dough

Our daily bread is enough though

When the right time comes

With the right amount of yeast

Flour , milk, egg, sugar and butter

We will both make some nice batter

That will blossom and bloom

Even if the elephants grow wings

And the dinosaurs resurrect

When all glaciers melt

And the sun boils yam

Through thick and thin

We will weather through all weather

Fear not, call upon me

Neglect me not, use me

I await as you build the trust

Smiting the sword with no rust

Prepare your courage for battle

Shut the glottis of the cowering tattle

My Own, with me, be charged

For victory I am ready and recharged

Your precious sincerely cares

Wisdom inscribe to Holder, the Heir.
From your Friend and Creator.

By tumilara & Iyanuoluwa