Bucketing down
Fragile soul knocks the wrickety door
His ragged clothes drenched, feet swollen
Wrinkled, brittle hands clasping flour and bread
Sunken, narrow faces of my siblings bleam
Humbled with papa’s selfless touch
Not ever looking for glory.
His touch tough yet gentle to us
Castigates us when we wrong
Teaching us right from wrong
His arms the safest place
Pa is our guardian
His touch a protective armour.
Pa’s touch is the reason for my living
My guiding light
Holding me day to day
Priceless gem rare to be found.
May the good Lord
Grace him with a long life of ease.
This Poem was published in the June 2023 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
Read – Unnoticed – A Poem by Ayesiga Alvin, Uganda
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