Earth, wet, air, birth
Gasps, cries, my first breath
Upside down, mama's arms
You were my father, my stranger
When I would go to the school of pranks
You taught me how to use my hands
That service was the ruse to be leader
You were my father, my teacher
So I grew older, faster, smarter
But you grew older, slower, wiser
And soon, I learnt, when there was pressure
You were my father, my mentor
Though I have often made you sad
But with my heart, now I'm glad
It's not too late to let you know
You are my father, my hero.
©2007 by Genial
Monday, December 3, 2007
My Father
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5 comments:
so sweet :)
i dont agree with bola's palate. actually, i find Waiting for Titi better than My Father. u create a sense of urgency with ur throw of words, like something rising up to a crescendo. that's interestin - reminds a little of walt whitman and his catalogue verses.
do keep it up, who knows?
Chudi Onwuaso
Chudi!! I am deeply honoured to have a visitor of your ilk. What more can I say, but that I would be glad to have you visit many more times!
i think this is a very good one,and clearly prefer it to the Titi thgy.
i believe simplicity in writing is the next level,and anyone that practises this,would in less time win the heart of his/her audience,except you are writing to yourself alone.
i think this is a great one.
keep it up, and simple too
i love this one
hey! that last stanza!
have i ever made my father sad? nahhhhh
boiling mad maybe,so angry he put a 2-headed koboko to my behind!
hey! i still love him,will always love him!
genial i dis-agree with danushki in talking to your self you talk to us all
great words i say!
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