He is the word spread across the papers loosely spread with all the inks and stains
With all the flowers and thorns
He still lives.
No one could describe him
For all descriptions are fatal
But, his unwavering innocence, so pure and contagious you can inhale
He is our bread and he butters it
We feed on him – like moths sip flower nectar.
He is our anchor, so strong and tall
He is the pillar we use for support
And I am scared how much he would last
But I know even pillars could break
For the burden seems heavy and eternal.
The rain comes with thunderous claps and lightning that could strike. The sight and sound might be unfavourable
But, we sit there – on the couch
Waiting for it to pass and the sun to shine.
I’m ready to reach for the stars in the sky
And he is ready to see his princess fly
If I’m bound for another life later,
Again and again, you will be my father.
Zee Fatika is from Kaduna State. A Law student at the Nigeria Law School, Kano Campus. She loves to express her thoughts through poetry. Her poem has been published previously on Pride Magazine Nigeria.