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My Father, My Abraham


“As Young as a Seed”
You loved me indeed
With just one hold
I never felt cold

My Father, My Abraham...
You made me the man that I am
If only the skies weren’t so far
I’ll reach up and buy you a star

My Father, My Abraham...
From you I came
With mother I was made
Like you told me I was a hand full
But now I’m strong enough to carry you

My Father, My Abraham...
Taking my first step
With ever running tears
You still held my hand
Even till I said my first words

My Father, My Abraham...
Never will I break your heart
Your love evolves without a fright
I cry when you hold mother and make things right

My Father, My Abraham...
When I’m left in the world alone
Still I hear your humble tone
Makes me remember the warmth of home
Never forgetting, you will always be my hero

My Father, My Abraham...
Thank you for all, I really must go
There is a boy that I call my own
Promise to raise him just as you’ve shown
Cleaning up his wounds, and bringing joy to his soul

My Father, My Abraham...
Forever our love
Till I get old
Brighter than ever
As toned as Gold...

Yours Truly,
Helga.

HAPPY FATHERS DAY :)

Comments

  1. This poem was actually made for Fathers Day, but due to my busy schedule, I posted it late:-(...

    Hope y'all like it.

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  2. want to dedicate this to my father. Prince Babatunde Adepegba, May your Gentle Soul rest in perfect peace.... much love, your lefty boi, Yanju

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