Ode to Papa

I never said thank you
For sending me out when I cried.
I never said thank you
For playing with me at the park.
I never said thank you
For raising my spirits when I failed.
I never said thank you
For teaching me the lessons you learned.

Now I say thank you
For the hours spent throwing a football
For the hours spent playing basketball
For the hours spent jogging around the neighborhood
For the hours spent doing math
For the hours spent on a road trip
For the hours spent just talking

And for everything.
For everything, I say thank you.
This isn't much, but it's all I could do.
Happy birthday to you.


-moyo, on your 46th birthday

Comments

  1. PapaOctober 2, 2018 at 11:30 PM

    You are most welcome my Ot-At-Em-Moyo...I am also grateful for your presence in my life

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