You must get used to people
Getting shocked and staring at you,
But a father’s look
Is a genuine unmistakable look.
Uncles and aunties can
Falsely express concern in
Registering their unnecessary worry
By gaping their mouth
When you hit your toe,
But a father’s gesture of compassion
Is genuine from deep within.
My father ushered me
In emulation of his foot steps
By singing to me the song of fathers
“Don’t be silly like your Mama son
Be a hero like your father”
But no more now, he’s in a deep sleep
At the place of never-resting rest,
I can feel the void of his absence
A vacuum by lack of genuine gestures.
Now my uncles and aunties
Laugh when there are no jokes
Show a sad face when there is no sorrow
And Mama’s only dream is my dues.
I will always miss you.
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