“Papa”

Oh, the joys

The pain

The cane that moulded me

The hands that held me

The strong words that taught me

And those toys you bought for me

Oh, the joys

The cares

Through my school-boy years

All for me your tears

Washed my future fears

In my heart your love remains dear

O! Papa

Your love is yoked to my soul

Through my days, in candour

You dwell secure in my heart’s parlour

I carry you wherever I sojourn

You have become my integrity and great honour.

©Uche (2008)