Promises Poem by Luke Missi

Before I leave, come closer
Sit next to me, hold my hand firm.
Put our little daughter on the stool
For I want to ask u for something
And promise me.You will.
Soon, you know I will be leaving
A dangerous mission this will be

We both not sure what will happen there
I might come back home, alive or dead
I might even not come at all
But promise me you will…..

You will remain faithful even more
Faithful than the sun that shines everyday
Keep the photographs of me in the sacred
Chamber of your heart
Promise to tell my daughter
The great story of her father
Am triple sorry I will miss you both
As my son will be born by then
I will miss his first glare upon me

But promise you will be alright,
Promise you will tell my son
On the cemetery of his father,
With flowers in your hands a
Story of a great man
In a camouflage kit on a UN rescue team
With tears rolling down your dimpled cheeks
If this goodbye means a forever part of our bodies,
Be sure my spirit will be waiting for u
In the higher clouds

(Executive Editor: Tee Mlinga)