Sons Of Our Father
The field is green, sky high one at a time we go.
The two legs move so fast lookin up and it is blue
all the way.paradise on earth you can call it. Here
we feel his love.smile all over his face.
Lord let this moment never pass i pray, cos i prefred
it to oppsite side of him.
Before going to bed his lips touch ours with smiles
written all over his face.In him i see the man i want
to be in future, he never hit us, she is the one that
do all the dirty job, but whenever she does it i know
is for our own good.
Dad want is death? my younger one asked, i can
see smile fade from his face, it is a msytery son
a big one, but we shall all go home one day. But
dad we are at home now.Not this one the up there,
i mean heaven, that is if you live a holy life, son.
But i guess i have to go first.Why dad? because
elders have to go frist.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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