PAPA

 

PAPA - A POEM BY FAVOUR. O. AUGUSTINE

When I think of Papa,

I see a tree in summer,

shedding its leaves

just to preserve life.

Not his own;

but that of others.

Papa is not a person,

Papa is a place.

A place only a hero can be,

built by painful sacrifices.

Where love forms the walls,

and every path is marked with care;

to guide,

to lead aright,

to watch closely.

Papa is not just a home,

Papa is a safe place.

Thank God for giving me that place.

I love you PAPA. 

For my Dad 🫂

Photo credit: My Dad