When Are You Coming Home, Father? Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

When Are You Coming Home, Father?



History is repeating itself now
The cutleries at home weeping
Your clothes in midst of confusion
All in desperation, trying to regain composure
The tables, chairs curtains, all missed you
When are you coming home, father?
The birds had stopped singing on the trees
In the family compound because you're gone
The children of my mother beheld your smiles but it faded
Fiercely on them and moved away drastically.
Tears welled up in our aging eyes
Where are you father?
Where have you gone to, heaven or Jerusalem?
When shall we see and embrace?
Stitching my tears together won't safe me
Because my heart is clapping in remembrance of your words
I picked up your footprint yesterday but
The broken home damaged it totally.
Your image stares at me each time i entered into
The room where you once laid to re create the history of the commoners
When are you coming home father to sew our minds together?
when are you coming home from the battle field?
Our souls are in debt of your face
Teasing the walls of our hearts
Return home father, come home Odenigbo the great
The forest that killed dreams in nkporoland
We wait your return father in the Agbala
Our sack cloths darker than the coal
We took in all the Hawk-like eyes that stole
Suspicious stares at death,
Come home father, we wait thee

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