Get Your Premium Membership

HBD DAD

Raise the flag and let it fly high
On every mouth of joy they cry
File unto the street with dance of many styles
This is a special day for a mankind

Raise the sword in the air for the hero
For he conquered in many battles yet without shedding a drop of blood
Three scores and one salutes to the warrior of the desert and forests
For he won his wars beyond the tropics, temperate and savannahs 

He is the god that made me
The hand that molded me
The stone that grilled me
The iron that crushed me
Yet the furnace that refined me

Give it to the lion whose roar tamed the beast in me
I love the running waters whose splashes soothe and bath me clean
Blessed be the hands that helped heal my wounds. 

He is a brickman who laid me and mount me up
He watched me set, rise and take a shape as I age
He helped correct my mistakes
He's a blessing to me even when he was in rage. 

Those rags you wore in the farm as you clear the shrubs
Yet I rocked my sweet conductor style in the city
When the wasp stung and the stumps tore your feet
I cream my "Stella pomade" and laced up my "koko shoe"

I know you flogged me in rage
But the love behind it was never hidden. Just to correct the craze breeding in my rib cage
You list those fine textured hair on you
Just to raise heads fit for crowns _ The Ades. 

Yes I know you aren't perfect
But you give your best as human
Yes I know you didn't built mansions
Yet you raised us for the future
You may think you aren't the best
But, when we count our blessings, we count you twice
You are worth more than a million prize

You have our eternal respect
And beyond the graves we vow to love you still

Happy birthday to my beloved father. 
Mr. J A Oloye
I love you Dad.

(FM CONCEPTUAL)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.