Father lights;
His sweet whispers;
Sings through;
His daughter's heart;
8/4/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Weep Africa, weep on.
The battle with death is one we dare not to fight,
For the call from the great beyond is outside the scope of our existence.
Just as our known hero Ngugi Wa Thiong'o has fallen,
Like countless unknown heroes forgotten to time,
We shall all follow this path of no return one by one.
Fight Africa, fight on.
The foot prints left on the Sands of Time by Ngugi Wa Thiong'o are known to many.
As we follow his foot prints,
We are alive to the fact that there are other foot prints,
Though known to few,
That we must follow.
Father i'm older now
No little toes and no little nose
You may have been there in the beginning
But not in my upbringing
You didn't let me go at heart
But throughout my life you definitely broke mine
Growing up I never had a big picture
An imagination or a figure.All I had is what i had been told
And i'd been told you didn't want me no more
Daddy you could've changed it
You could've even fixed it but
what's to do with a heart that's
clearly withered and in pieces
You know I wasn't a gift
More like an accident
A mistake you made
When you got laid
And then you where stuck with a
Responsibility you decided not to take
I remember being nine thinking you'd arrive
Just sitting on the porch all day past noon time
You never showed and that made me feel alone
I thought sure if dads around
I would feel at home
A Daughters Gift
In life’s grand play, a gift came not just once,
But twice, in forms of joy and tiny feet.
Two stars, my granddaughters, my heart’s response,
A blessing, twice over, and oh so sweet.
From you, my child, they came, a mirrored pair,
Reflecting back our past, our love, our ties.
In their bright eyes, I see your youthful flair,
And in their laughter, our family's spirit flies.
These little ones, with hands so small yet strong,
Hold our tomorrow in their gentle grasp.
In them, our stories, our dreams, prolong,
A future bright, in their tiny hands clasped.
A daughter’s gift, in double measure true,
Two granddaughters, life’s love forever anew.
The sisters calmly sit~
not as muses,
but as morning light caught in linen~
one leaning gently into the other’s calm,
as if sisterhood were
just a dream.
The elder holds
a silence far beyond her years,
her fingers a quiet shield
over the other’s fluttering world.
She is stillness, composed, watchful~
a portrait of care before language names it.
The younger rests
wide-eyed, soul blooming,
a child who doesn’t yet know
what it means to be seen.
In her gaze, a question,
in her posture, a trust
only the very young can wear.
Their hair is a spiral of a notebook,
loose thoughts escaping the brush,
stories curling behind ears
too small for the weight
their father’s love will leave behind.
He painted them not to capture,
but to remember~
not daughters,
but moments
the lean of a head,
the hush of a room,
the pause before childhood
folds itself away.
"She looks just like you!"
They say, and I beam!
But they're saying much more
than their saying seems…
For I'd never say to her
what I constantly say to me…
("You don't measure up,
you can't be enough!
You're ugly, you're stupid,
just keep your mouth shut!")
My mind in shock,
my heart so hurt,
To even think about speaking
so harshly to her.
So, a good lesson learned,
to see me in her eyes…
I will love myself more
and not criticize.
The wonderful sounds of cries when their born
The happy tears we shed at first sight
A newborn daughter we'll cherish
For life and for evermore
To watch her live and grow
To watch her marry
And hopefully
When time comes
To give
Birth
Persnickety fussbudget never had a mess
Raised two daughters – Wilhemina and Tess
They both became hoarders by age seventeen
No lie, I am not attempting to insult or be mean.
Their mother had spent years throwing their treasures away.
They hoard everything since they are emancipated and now have a say.
If she would have let us keep any of our trinkets for a little while
We might not have become so opposite, Tess said with a smile.
On the streets at night lined up
Like a parade waiting to be picked
Bracing the cold nights
Hoping to get something before the night ends
To hopeless arms, they'll lay
Tough times forcing them out of options
And life has to be lived
They do anything to get by
To strangers, they throw themselves
But they don't fall
Cause it's just for the night
And at times it might be with many just one night
To the dreams that they ought to have lived for
Are now sleepless nights, most of the pain
Cause no one cares how they feel
As long as they've had their fill
To long nights they have
When it doesn't turn out
And they're left to go home
Everything was dry, and nothing going on
And when the day breaks they'd disappear
Into the crowds and live amongst us
To hope and try again once the night comes again
Hoping. that their fortunes will one day change
The PO£T
Mama we are your Abba Fathers Kings-Sons-Queens-Daughters
Mother we are your children
We should have understood
And who to say we didn’t or should
As adults what we were
When we were children
Mother’s embrace to Elohim Abba Father
His Kingdom Kings/Sons, His Queens/Daughters
We now embrace, mother’s embracement now in such
---A beautiful place
For all eternity, Hallelujah thanks be to God
And to God be the Glory
Mama we are your Abba Fathers Kings/Sons-Queens/Daughters
12/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
delicious delectable divinely dipped donuts
drizzled during denny’s delightful dinner
denny’s dieting daughter Denise deliberately discourages diners
devouring dipped donuts deemed disgusting
digging in delightfully is Denny’s demure daughter Debbie.
My dear daughters, my two heartbeats,
Together, may you find life’s sweetest feats.
Like two waves in the endless sea,
May you flow together, wild and free.
Like twin rays from the same warm sun,
May you shine together as one.
Like two notes in a perfect song,
May your bond stay deep and strong.
Fight and play, but let pride take no space,
Value this bond over wealth and chase.
Fly towards your dreams, hand in hand,
In laughter, joy, and memories grand.
Even as you grow, stay close, stay near,
For this bond is life’s true treasure, be forever clear.
In Rhythms & Silence- Rajit Unnithan
Adorned and Adored
Let us adorn
our daughters with pearls!
Gifting
One pearl — so very dearly
ocean-made, fresh…
To dress each earlobe
With a radiant luster,
Emphasizing the spirited
Life-light
In her glinting,
mesmerizing eyes…
Then, gather your heart
To proudly place a string
Of one or some pearls
Around your daughter’s
so-familiar neck
To lay — more precious
and worthy than diamonds —
Just below her delighting smile.
If in love to wife desire’s rife,
And to son there seems ambition,
To daughters, tranquil run waters.
If she may outgrow father’s lap,
She always stays within heart’s map,
Distance may grow, gulf there’s, nor gap.
A daughter is like a rainbow,
A lifelong source that gets to grow,
A spectrum’s widest range to draw.
Warmer is she than warmest wools,
Let she be ward of what so schools,
More precious she’s than priceless jewels.
And angel sent down from heaven,
Lost I’d long years back such a one,
To gain, thank heavens, once again.
_________________________
Tercet |29.09.2024|daughter
A day like any other, yet so divine,
When you first breathed, and your life entwined with mine.
Years have passed, each moment a treasure,
Your growth and joy are beyond any measure.
From first steps to first words, I've watched you soar,
Each milestone is a gift I couldn't ask for more.
Your laughter, a melody that brightens my days,
Your curiosity leads you down in wondrous ways.
Today we celebrate not just your birth,
But the light you bring to this vast earth.
Your kindness, your spirit, your beautiful heart,
In this grand universe, you play a vital part.
Candles on cake, wishes whispered low,
Another year older, another chance to grow.
But know this, my darling, as certain as can be,
You'll always be that precious baby to me.
Your dreams are vast, your potential untold,
I'm here to support you, to watch you unfold.
On this special day, I just want to say,
I'm proud of you in every single way.
So blow out your candles, make a wish anew,
Remember always, my love for you is true.
Happy birthday, my daughter, my joy, my light,
May your year ahead be spectacularly bright.
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