Friday, April 27, 2012

Today I taught my child

I am in the middle of completing reports on the three exploration wells drilled recently coupled with monitoring an ongoing seismic survey program. I am also grappling with Early Production System and development planning for the recent oil and gas discoveries apart from the normal hectic struggle of producing more well proposals to fulfill country's insatiable thirst for new oil and gas resource replacement.
Have to resort to the similar trick for this entry, again thanks to Zubia Kiran. I had been pressured to spank my children for quite sometime now, the only thing that hold me is the thought that I might be directly responsible for their behaviour.. the raisson d'etre for this entry. A post that I would like to dedicate to all mothers, aunties, fathers, uncles, teachers, kindhearted & tireless volunteers and those who are fortunate enough to have direct contact with children.



When I got mad today and hit my child
"For his own good, " I reconciled,
and then I realized my plight...
Today, I taught my child to fight.

When interrupted by the phone,
I said, "tell them I'm not home."
And then I thought, and had to sigh...
Today I taught my child to lie.

I told the tax man what I made,
forgetting cash that was paid,
And then I blushed at this sad feat...
Today I taught my child to cheat.

I smugly copied a cassette,
To keep me from one more debt,
But now the bells of shame must peal...
Today I taught my child to steal.

Today I cursed another race,
Oh God, protect what I debase,
for now, I fear it is too late...
Today I taught my child to hate.

By my example, children learn
That I must lead in life's sojourn
In such a way they are led
By what is done and not what is said.

Today I gave my child his due
Praise for him instead of rue.
And now I have begun my guide;
Today I gave my child his pride.

I now have reconciled and paid
to IRS all that I have made.
And now I know that this dear youth,
Today has learned from me the truth.

The alms I give are not for show,
And yet, this child must surely know
That charity is worth the price:
Today he saw my sacrifice.

I clasp within a warm embrace
My neighbour of another race.
The great commandment from the above.
Today I taught my child to love.

Someday my child must face alone
This fearsome undertone,
But I have blazed a sure pathway:
Today I taught my child to pray.


It is Friday.. have a great weekend my friends.

12 comments:

Noir HA said...

I've read this somewhere. beautiful and meaningful, bless the author.

Uncle Lee said...

Hi Wan Shariff, that's life. Sometimes we have to take things in our hands, for the better.
I too have smacked my boys when very young....or pinch.
And my pinches leave marks, so for few days they have reminders....

Love this posting and the warm poetry. Beautiful.
You sure leading a very interesting life, for your country.
Keep well, my friend.
Lee.

R.A.S said...

Meaningful poem..it is true indeed, children will mimic our(parents') actions. Be wise when handling them..an advice I never seem to master or manage to heed. At times I feel I am a terrible mother! How come there isn't a manual on how to bring up a child??? Where did all those smart people go?? Hmmpphhh.

Si Matatajam said...

Assalamualaikum, singgah breakfast sini...

Cheqna said...

I've been on guilty on some occasions doing the deeds as written up there, will try to improve in my dealings with the small ones..they learn through example kan?

btw, whilst you were struggling with your reports then, my friends and I were enjoying ourselves somewhere..hehe..

but hope you have finished them all.

:-)

Wan Sharif said...

Noir Dearest ,
How blessed… I know you are a well-read person.. Thank you for your comments.

Wan Sharif said...

Uncle Lee,
Without doubt, I believed you have disciplined your children well.. with you psychology, reverse psychology and perhaps Ninjalogy (at the end of their bachelorhood days) ;)
Keep young for Ms. Lee, my friend.

Wan Sharif said...

R.A.S. Dearest,
If we look thorough enough in the internet.. maybe there are already some sort of manual on how to bring up children.. conventionally or religiously.. but then “where got fun… following whatever manual”.. we need to put in our personal touches..
Mostly children need our time.. our ears mostly, not so much things that came out from our mouths.. after all we have two ears and one mouth.. hints, hints.. ha ha ha ;)

Wan Sharif said...

Si Matatajam Dearest,
Welcome to my “once a blue moon update” humble abode..
Thank you so much for your kind singgah ;)

Wan Sharif said...

Cheqna dearest,
We are all, at one time or others, guilty of the deeds as written up there, I believed that the reason for the need to istighfar and seeking other's forgiveness.
What!! whilst I was struggling with my reports, you and your friends were enjoying yourselves somewhere.. arghhhhhhh envy, envy, envy :)

Will have to finish them all soonest… as more will be coming soon enough.. he he

i amsterdam said...

Beautiful poem.

Wan Sharif said...

Oops!
Sorry for not checking and have overlooked your kind comment I A..
May you have the maghfirah and pleasure of our Maker always..