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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