Through those tiny eyes
too young to understand
Mirroring smacks and spanks
As a wicked show of parenthood
How was I to understand it was pure love?
Tell a lie, a whip you beckon
Ignore the chores, a quick one to the cheek
For the many pranks, the pulpitless sermon
Constant the checks that never checked
Young adventurous mind that curiosity spared
Though the head, out of luck, was never spared the knocks
Through seven years, I have rolled the tape
Reminiscing the good times I seem to have ignored
Vividly remembering the laughter, the fun and the cheer that was you
In seven years, I have grown
Gaining more strength, wisdom and independence
Never losing sight of the controlled freedom that has guided me thus far
For these seven years, I have had cause to wish you had stayed longer
Realizing what joy lies in having a loving father
One who knew sacrifices surely pays off
I ask myself: did it have to take your passing away to realize all you did for love of me?
I have been foolish
Now, your presence I see not but strongly sense
Your charming smile I visualize
I unconsciously feel your many embraces
Your expressions of love, I hold dear to my heart
And the indelible legacy worth upholding.
I miss you, Dad. Really!
Wish you were here to see this little girl all grown.
Nkem . . .