About My Dad
Like a Shepherd to its
sheep;
Like a Bee-hive to its bee;
Your arms protects me;
From Dangers I don't even
see;
And I Ponder;
How nice to have my father;
Your Words of wisdom;
like swords of a Kingdom;
Pierce through my heart;
And kills my state of
confusion;
Still, I Ponder;
How good to have my
Father;
When my Stubborn me;
Engulfs my Normal me;
You Prune down my wings;
And put me in place;
Yet I Ponder;
How nice to have my Father;
And I will try and try and
try;
To make you Smile and
smile and smile;
And would say it louder;
How nice to have my
Father!;
Copyright © Onyedika Chineke | Year Posted 2013
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