The Lovely Father Poem by Stephen akogbeto (Steve Rae)

The cold wings,
Of the father,
Through the wind,
Carry us on his feather.

The storm of life,
Never stopped the lion,
From hunting the elephant,
Now, his name sound louder than thunder.

He feed us with knowledge,
And chastise with us love,
An epitome of diligence, he his,
A father of discipline.

Though, we are at the sea,
About to fly out of the feather,
We will never forget your blessings,
Nor, abandon your wisdom.