a poem by Olomolehin John, Nigeria

In the morning of that tragic death
dad was still in good state of health

Shockingly, he passed on before seven
and smartly sneaked from us into heaven

I had relied so much on him
like a wall solely resting on a beam

Bent on making me a beautiful flower
with all within his power

He didn't wait for this harvest
Painful! But God knows best

I'd always be proud of our cord
though he left me without any parting word

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