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A POEM FOR MY LATE DAD...R.I.P. SWTDAD



It has been a month now since you left us. I'm still hurting day after the other.
This tear I shed, let it heal my sorrow.

 Dad.

Chaos reigned supreme,
My mind stilled in silence,
The news were downright unnerving,
Reeling from the hummer blows of the news my heart thudding,
Shock mixed with an agony of disappointment had turned my legs to jelly,
It was either sit down or fall down as a shiver rose up my spine that day. 

It was torture of the worst order,
As I steeled myself to face barrage of questions nature had to offer,
Reality sent exquisite shivers skittering over my skin,
My fears were grave matters since I was pummeled by doubts,
Fury billowed through me like black smoke through the chimney,
But one thing I knew is I had to make you proud and happy. 

This day I will never forget,
When finally of your departure I learnt,
I've been in mixed feelings for long,
Always sounding defensive my face color flaming,
So young to take up so huge responsibility,
Of the family to carry on your legacy. 

I don't know who or what to curse,
Is it the day of the tragedy or the ugly scene?
Is it the enemy of progress or the weathered passion?
The situation has been too bizarre I at times stand and the room just spin,
I've never known a person so wise,
So I choose to be just the same. 

You the coolest person I ever knew,
These kinds are scanty and few,
I have your shadow in my eyes,
I walk with your memory always,
Too much emotions to carry,
I will never disappoint you daddy. 

Being the eldest my family I protect,
Them to suffering I struggle not to subject,
'Cause this is one way I'd make you happy,
After your words to me to always bring delight to my family,
Your advice forever encrypted in my mind,
Never will I cease to do good. 

We all remember the best of you,
We've accepted that the time is due,
To forget the ugly past and celebrate our own,
Till we meet again in the renown beautiful heaven,
When we will joke about our funny moments on earth,
Like instances you got angry and about it we'll surely laugh.

You were the best father figure,
Handsomely tall, chocolate and with intense vigor,
Loving and raising by tether,
To instill admirable qualities to the letter,
I don't regret whatever has happened,
It has made me stronger,  mature and composed. 

Looking around there is much to learn from,
Deep down the much you expect from me I can fathom,
You were a man of great repertoire of traits,
You deserve respect and nothing less,
I'm delighted you came into my life,
MAY YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL REST IN PEACE.

Comments

  1. john thuo8 June 2013 at 01:48

    what a beautiful poem for your departed dad. May he rest in peace and watch you as you make him proud here on earth.

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  2. Caroline Nderitu8 June 2013 at 02:02

    Thank you John. May his soul rest in peace.

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  3. Unknown8 June 2013 at 02:08

    what a poem!death is natural and random force of nature. survival is equally accidental. every loss presents us with the opportunity to remember that survival is a gift.Take heart. May his soul rest in eternal peace.

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  4. Caroline Nderitu8 June 2013 at 02:27

    Thanks Anderson

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  5. thetimcoms8 June 2013 at 02:40

    R.I.P.

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  6. Caroline Nderitu8 June 2013 at 02:56

    Thnx

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  7. Prophet william prince8 June 2013 at 05:13

    great poem gal may he rest in eternal peace

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  8. JIMMY NGARE8 June 2013 at 10:07

    Dat was a great piece for your departed Dad...believe dat one day we shall meet with our beloved one

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  9. Caroline Nderitu11 June 2013 at 20:35

    Thanks guys. May he rest in eternal peace.

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