To My Father Poem by Sicelo Sithole

With this pencil of years I write freely for you my loving father
You are all my reasons I fly to the world beyond the further
With you in my thoughts I walk to places where all seasons render
Your power of free voice to which all my infant imagination surrender

With this pencil that saw your health alter in loneliness
I write for you my dear father, and thank you for the braveness
You showed to my world that in years almost died of the emptiness
Of the courage in difficult situations, a true sagacity of turning all bitter moments to cheerfulness

With this pencil in hands that now hold the matters of the world so complicated
I write to you my loving father, the architect of the science in me so well reflected
How I wish I can build you towers of God’s memory where your desires can be perfected
You are my beautiful fountain that forever rest in all my recollections devoted

With this pencil you created and planted in me the seed of warm journey and ceaseless breath
I write to you my father in tears of ecstasy with the gift of free verse resting upon my bare hands
How I hope I could live with you forever in the yet to come Promised Land
If fate forever waits for our souls in this cold world, know I will always hold your memory till the time of death