Cool Papa
Papa, you’re the apple of my eye
Clothed me in love like happiness:
Worked hard striving to nurture me
Papa, I’m honestly so proud of you.
I cherish him with child-like passion
Oh papa, papa you’re innately cool
So awesome, wonderful, cool to me
What a blessing, you raised no fool
Our bond is as solid as igneous rock.
Some kids wished they had my dada
Dada personifies my precious jewel
His love runs deep like Sewa River
Today, tears of joy saturate my life
Thank you God: for my caring papa.
From infancy, he loved and cared
Proudly, championed my fragile life
Without him life would be chaotic
A bond anchored as the baobab tree.
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* Roland Bankole Marke © 2009. On the occasion of Father's Day, Roland dedicates this poem to his deceased father, Joseph I. Marke.
* Roland Bankole Marke is the author of two collections of poetry, 'Teardrops Keep Falling' and 'Silver Rain and Blizzard'. His third book is 'Harvest of Hate; Stories and Essays'. Visit his website at www.rolandmarke.com to sample his craft.
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