My Papa, My Real Best Friend Then And Now

My dad was more than a father, More than a great friend, more than a brother.In fairness to the sufferings of our divine mothers, Who carried us for multitude moon-quarters, His sacrifices could rival the tonsAnd the heavy burdens of my emotions. My father has been gone for more than a decennium, After so many seasons, his candle is still twinkling in my sanctum.His blood is flowing in my veins day and night.When I laugh, he smiles from his height.When I cry, he comforts me, Encourages me and carries me dailyTo unknown destinations where Doors are never shut; his devotions will live forever. I just explained that my dad is not deadHis spirit is in the air, among the living and the dead.My dad has returned to his father’s home, Deep inside the dust, deep in the womb of Mother Earth, Among the gray sand of the beach turf, And the slothful current of the windstorm. My papa was to me more than a father, He was my best friend and my best brother. Copyright© June 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights ReservedHébert Logerie is the author of four poetry books: ‘Etincelles de l’Amour’; ‘Monts et Vallées de l’Amour’; ‘Sparkles of Love’; and ‘Mounts and Valleys of Love’ 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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