by Liban Obsiye
Friday, June 17, 2011
A poem from the heart to celebrate fatherhood and the life lasting impact good fathers can have on their children.
Baby
I would crawl to greet him when he enters the home
I would hear his voice and would want to listen to him
I would hear his questions and desperately answer in my dribble
I would see him eating and would want to eat with him even if I was not hungry
I would see my young brother on his lap and I would want to throw him off in rage
I wanted my dad to myself
Because he was my dad first.
Teen
I would think of him and smile
I would wonder what he was doing daily but could not say for sure
I longed to see him
I yearned to hear him
But he was too far
I prayed to speak to him
But the phone card kept stealing him from me
“You have insufficient credit” would ring in my ear.
I longed to be by him
But this just could not be
Even so he was forever engraved in my heart.
Man
I reached this stage and I have met him
What a man
My father
My dear father
Handsome and strong
Sweet and kind
Loving and open
He is my father
I pray that I can be a partial reflection of him
Not total
Just partial
Because he is too perfect to me.
Liban Obsiye. [email protected]