Ho ho ho, he’s my man
Sometimes his looks are stern.
It’s so, for my sole good
Lest I‘ll do been a dud dude.
From him are my gentle-glaring looks
Couldn’t find his simplicity in all nooks
His humility like one of life’s brooks
His prayer for the betterment of all
Never wishing even enemies to fall
For this, he remains physically and spiritually tall.
Am his client, him, my therapist
Yet I occupy most of his spending list.
He makes me, mother and siblings feast-
Enjoyment galore, dissatisfaction not in the mist.
His kids: Kctony, elder to Deborah before Joy
His wife, Lizzy, makes life sweet as soy.
His troubles he conquers like Troy.
Bounties of blessings his, since he was a boy.
Dad, I will make you proud
Make sure our family sees no cloud
And your name said so loud
On the world’s lips never enshroud.
Surely, my being your son will make you proud
I will build you castles of happiness
Make you a king, oh! Your Highness
Your palace, I will adorn with blueness-
Signifying love, serenity and greatness.
God proclaims; people are speechless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem, it's what a typical child would do. They would want to get their parents happiness in their direction... please read some of my poems and comment, i would like to know your opinion