An Epistle To A Golden Father By Oyewole Barakat

Dear father, 

For every bead of sweat that gathers,

For every ache and pain 

That you go through, to gain

And reign as a leader.

Even when your veins are weak 

During the week, and the sun is at its peak,

Our needs are provided as quick as tick

Even if it is small like a grain 

Or huge like a mountain.

Dear father, 

You cater for our shelters 

Through running helter-skelter;

You balance the scale between your workers and your daughters.

Even when you are afar

Your impact is still closer

To us like shoulders support dresses.

Dear father, 

When you are old and weak

And you still pass the week 

Working tirelessly without vigour.

I pray to God that never will this be your portion,

As we, your children will rise

And illuminate your evening with our twinkling stars.

🖋️🖋️ Oyewole Barakat.