He sometimes remains me of my father.
I mean a father figure, since I have short memory of my father.
Well, he is more like my grandfather.
A figure of someone who I saw as a father.
Like, he looks around for finding me seriously.
Intentionally.
Curiously.
Until he finds my look or again looking around, continuously
I would be worried for knowing how serious,
Curious,
with ingenious
Or his effort will be continues.
So, I will run to him
Stopping him
Cuddling him
And asking his apology by kissing him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great! Its good to find someone we can rest on his/her shoulder.
Thank you Babatunde Aremu! Yes, it is good. I am lucky.
Thank you Babatunde Aremu! Yes, it is good.