When I was seven,
You told me about hell and heaven;
Jesus is the way, the truth, and the light,
By His blood, we are saved day and night.
When I was ten,
Untasty food launch me into a rant;
You taught me to eat everything on the table,
Because this reflect that our character is stable.
When I was eleven,
Popo passed around a quarter to seven;
You said: “For every situation, in the Lord- rejoice”,
“Even if it doesn’t make sense, again I say, rejoice”.
When I was thirteen,
I asked: “What if mama is fat and not lean?”;
You lowered your newspaper and illustrated true love,
By saying: “Then there is more for me to love”.
When I was fourteen,
You showed me hard work and discipline;
Determination is all we need,
Deligence brings us up to speed.
When I was sixteen,
Add maths just wasn’t my scene;
You explained X, Y, and functions,
Till the subject was no more my dysfunction.
When I was eighteen,
Cadetship was all I’m keen;
You drove, drilled and prepared me,
The reason today I fly with glee.
When I was twenty-five,
You never cease in your plight to thrive;
Piano, taekwando, theology,
Achievements are definitely part of your biology.
Today, I am twenty-seven,
Still my inspiration and motivation;
Your teachings keep me safe at bay,
I love you papa, Happy Father’s Day!