Dad passed away on first of July, 1995 He is my very own superhero. This poem is to his memory. |
You stirred a flare for reading
in me.
I recall crawling into the confines
of your private library
Hounded by classics assuming names
tricky to remember
Sometimes I call up images of
your cloth-bound hardcovers;
‘On
Aggression;’ ‘Try Anything Once;’ and ‘The Governor.’
On every first page a date underlined
your peculiar signature.
I still picture you waving ‘English Without Tears’ in my view.
It’s hard to visualize I rode
your backtrail without meaning to
Most amazing of all is how
you honed my obsession for books
Makes me proud I was raised
on books by an uneducated you.
I wish I could paint your
face on cosmic canvas
Convey to the world your
unique colors.
I wish I could spray your
qualities over the horizon
In smoke Dad, may I do the
sweet honors?
I got this feeling where my
heart resides
That when we meet again away
from this body
I’d have earned the privilege
to look into your eyes
And say simply but firmly, “I
am my father’s kid.”
Meanwhile, I hope it would
delight you to know
That I have etched your face
on everlasting stone.
Akpan
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