Father Father Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Here, Father, - my last hour is come
Here, -who long in a holy shade do pray
Come, away from tears that clouds your eye
Come, to see clearly one time more
Hush thy prayers, the moment is nigh
Singing, a lullaby, my immortal sleep
Hold, my fingers while yet bear warmth
Do now father- they soon are cold,

Hush father, death is deaf you know
-It has no face to still over our pledges
-Wind in its ambiance of melancholy,
The house don't feel,
Gently upon, knows not our sorrow
Or that I'm your sanity, your soul, life
Hush now father, come away from
And leave the futile to be-
Deaf death wants no meal but-
None can sate its hunger-
Leave, to toss here about one time more
-For in a moment I'll be stiff
Hold, in your embrace one last time
-So my spirit yet might hear and heed

Hush father, call no more my name
And ease your mournful lullaby
Rest now the embrace,
The cold she bears carries immortal venoms
Ease, for the always shivers that shall come
Ease- putting sorrow in my memory-
-Lay my mortal home in my cradle

Look, the heavens tears do drop
Listen, the winds hush- paying respect
And see, my spirit moves over the restless sea
-Bringing it peace

Lay that mortal home no more over me,
I am in the cradle, here- still
Do, stuff your rags in, though won't stop the cold,
And now, away from my rotten arms
And shut those empty eyes once filled
Tis ruined and I no more a part in it
-To have it so long belong your gaze
A corpse, a streak in all I was
No shed, rise and keep the warmth-
I no more live there, keep your warmth
Not that empty, chest plain, hoar in death
But do listen father, I am here-
Gaze here, not that that decays

Sail home, father -my spirit is not in the sea
Father, father- listening no more,
I do not sail with the storm
I am here, not- its captive
And no, not I crying, know-
She's not suffering, stop listening
Sail home, father- our beds are cold

Father, father, your shivering hands do
-Not paddling against the breeze
And the sun don't burn the grief that art you
-Sleep now father, the tides may row you-
Sleep, running no more to my cradle when the wind tosses it
Hear now father, away from echoes my sob that hear-
Slip from, the thoughts of death that lures
I with the angels now do smile,
Know truly, your sorrow puts me out your reach

Settle father, tis the wind tossing my cradle,
Thy eternal nightmare- put fondness felt to bleak-
-Father, father- tossing my cradle on as much
Singing lullabies all you want,
Content not, with warmth that receives from my rags,
Be not content with the little warmth ever in my cradle-
Come again the sea, to see fathers take their little girls in the tides
Come again, to see the sunshine, rainbows and all ever loved
But there is no beauty in our sky, and father no longer can wait
For no wind can take the clouds over his eyes
And it is an emptiness I haven't pushed

-Father, father feeling each grain, the sands on the shores
Throwing stones to the sea,
And your thoughts endless as it-
Father, father, looking away-
Putting flesh to the lamp, tasting fire,
Hoping a light could leap through your soul
Father, don't father- to set it ablaze,
Now all halfly burnt- the immortal decay continues-
Father, father, you're cold, warmth by Christ side,
Look, looking not in the forlorn eye on the cross,
Tis not me there,

Father, father- curse no more I bear you grief,
And knowledge of me truly, is source your long suffering-
Father, father- I chose not death over you

Father, father- come to see the wind toss my cradle
But father, father- leaving all, forgetting all