Birthday Cake To My Father Poem by David Olusanya

This is another divine cake
just like I've fondly made for your sake.
Fresh from the oven of your best baker,
who is also your favourite, humble waiter.

This one is hot with a special smell
too good to ignore- only your heart can tell.
It is a unique birthday memory,
that will last like a girl's first taste of cherry.

Take and eat with the milk of gladness,
it's a meal of life, a means unto wellness.
Enjoy its every crumb; but spare your helping fingers
and the joy shall last as the gorgeous memory lingers.

'Tis a birthday message to a special man,
the first I knew. My first and favourite fan.
He is my father; the best of all his kind
the one I can't mistake, even if I'm blind.

I grew in his gifted hands
that he wields like a thousand magic wands.
I learn under his wisdom
that has earned me fame and freedom.

I eat from his plate, and drink from his cup.
I dream on his shoulder, that's ever cheering me up.
So much there is, for me to say,
that time itself will miss its way.

Today the rain sings my father's name.
Even the sun is shinning his fame.
The beauty of the day is the smile on his face
and the scent of his laughter is the riddle of grace.

This is another fresh divine cake,
just like I've fondly baked for your sake.
It is a unique birthday piece
that will last like a girl's first-love-kiss.

Dedicated to my father, Pastor Olusanya Moses

David O. Olusanya