What Daddy Told Me - Stefn Sylvester Anaytonwu

POEM 132: WHAT DADDY TOLD ME

So I sat my boy butt

on cozy grasses

eyes fixed on daddy's broken eyeglasses.

His voice came in shutters

click, clank, click, clank

he captured every scene

the characters came to life

in the monochrome of his baritone.

Daddy sighed,

and then...

Tales of denial of rights

Tales of tears and drought and tares

Tales of betrayals

Tales of identity crisis

...and more of shattered dreams.

Daddy sighed,

again..

His shoulder fell like a withered leaf

and so did his head on my face.

Daddy smiled,

and said...

'Without crossing worst situations,

no one can touch the best corner of life, son'

I didn't understand

but now, I do.

- Stefn Sylvester Anaytonwu

#365DaysOfPoetry

#Pengician

#SSA

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