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A letter to my future wife

I know you have received the news
Or rather
If you haven’t
My father came to talk to your father
Yeah!
We are supposed to raise babies together
I wish it were as simple as it sounds

But happy as I may be
That I no longer have to make this choice
It still saddens my heart
That this may not be your desired fate
Oooh loved one!
I promise to be gentle
Sweet and caring
Never meddling

Happy
Glad that you’re in my life really
I promise that I will try
For marriage is no easy feat
The rules are obscure
The training non-existent
But try I will,
I will put us first
Before anything else

I am not going to be easy to deal with
There are times I’ll make you cry
There are times you’ll wonder why
There are times I’ll drive you wild
There are times you’ll wish I’d die
Bear with me,
Oooh loved one!
For every cloud has its silver lining

As I expect you to accept me
So will I accept you as you are
You and your skeletons
The whole closet, if you don’t mind
Its gonna be a long walk
A crazy journey
Long nights and even longer days

My love,
As I will grow to love you
And you me
My greatest wish
That we bring forth upright offspring
Spiritually,
Emotionally,
Morally,

Good babies
That will benefit the society
And bury us next to each other
That day
When we’ll cross the threshold.


Kiio Mutua is a teenage poet studying computer science at St. Paul’s University in Kenya. Praxis Magazine Online is honoured to be the venue for his first-ever poetry publication.

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