Ifa Poem by emebet mesfin

Ifa



son, got a friend in me convo strengthens bond
I miss caring for you at close range this past trying year
feeding, bathing, taking walks in the neighborhood
times we spent together memories to treasure forever
since your wonderful advent, night vigil letting mom rest
measuring baby formula right away at the first cry
feeding bottle watching content countenance melt heart
diaper change routine perfected regular practice pay
everyday full of lessons got used to new lifestyle
serene baby eased me to fatherhood effortlessly
to attune to your habits developed intuitive skill
intense emotions experienced worth it, honestly
blessed proud parents say, happy fourth birthday!
energetic charming cherub enjoy life your own way

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Nebyu(Ifa) is my brother's son. Grandma names him 'Ifa' meaning in Oromigna, 'drawing towards the light'. Rainy season is about to be over. Fifteen more days to go before the Ethiopian New Year. Nebyu came to this world on this day: Saint Mary's day. We all love you, dear nephew! Happy fourth birthday!
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