My father did not just breed
He begat completely besotted with us
Knowing we are his seeds
And are parts of his being and must be treated thus
My father knows no mistrust
Our words are his bond
Our only whips of words stemming from his being just
Holding our hands through storms to seal our bond
A father feels the mood of his wards
And that is what he is
Feeling hunger towards
Us and coming to find us through whatever there is
In sickness and in health
In shame and in doubt
He looks for our wealth
Holds our hands and clears our doubt
He sweetly clowns
In our sadness and challenges
He never frowns
Unless in mock and covers it with sweet lozenges
My father is not a breeder
He is a care giver
In life storms and troubled showers
He stands tall and forms a wall becoming the protection giver
As he is, we are completely besotted with him
He dazzles us with his strength
Always waking our pride in him
We’ll also be there for him no matter the length.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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