For the umpteen time
I cry bitterly
And for the very first time in my life,
I really understand what pain is;
But, was it for the sadness
Of losing one's father at a tender age
Or for the sorrow that plagued mother's heart?
Even up to this day, I can't answer that myself.
Amidst the mourning, came a woman
Though in tears yet, she wears a burning rage
And with this wisp of flaming rage,
She beat mother to pulp
Cos she believed mother was the killer.
Little did she know how mother loved her husband.
Twelve years is like yesterday,
Missing you is a part of me now.
But living without your love is hatred; not to you
but for life — life is an odd foul.
When the earth kissed my breath,
I knew you are a wonderful father;
Your wife is living since you've passed away,
She lives in the absence of your midnight touch
and morning smile without another man.
Yes! She lives in the solitude of your departure.
All she cares about is your seven fruits —
and she has vowed without moving lips for
their better morrow. We are living well, Papa.
Adieu Baba mi
Té Amo.
I cry bitterly
And for the very first time in my life,
I really understand what pain is;
But, was it for the sadness
Of losing one's father at a tender age
Or for the sorrow that plagued mother's heart?
Even up to this day, I can't answer that myself.
Amidst the mourning, came a woman
Though in tears yet, she wears a burning rage
And with this wisp of flaming rage,
She beat mother to pulp
Cos she believed mother was the killer.
Little did she know how mother loved her husband.
Twelve years is like yesterday,
Missing you is a part of me now.
But living without your love is hatred; not to you
but for life — life is an odd foul.
When the earth kissed my breath,
I knew you are a wonderful father;
Your wife is living since you've passed away,
She lives in the absence of your midnight touch
and morning smile without another man.
Yes! She lives in the solitude of your departure.
All she cares about is your seven fruits —
and she has vowed without moving lips for
their better morrow. We are living well, Papa.
Adieu Baba mi
Té Amo.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BADEJO WURAOLA ENIOLA hails from Ogun State, Nigeria.
She is a passionate writer and she is proficient at it.
Although, her educational qualification/career is still at its secondary level, yet, she strives for excellence.
She is a passionate writer and she is proficient at it.
Although, her educational qualification/career is still at its secondary level, yet, she strives for excellence.
You can reach her Badejowuraola38@gmail.com
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