This Gift You Have Given Me
Aaaaah
Mama...my first words
Dada threw me in the air
I trusted he'll catch me
And he did
But Papa...I've never met him
Never seen him, never known him
He used bare hands to form my porcelain skin
And ingenuity to craft my genius mind
The breathed in me for so long
Then dropped precious stones in me
To help beautify the ailing earth
He hugged me and prayed I'd remember him
I didn't...Papa...
He wrote a big book of letters I found boring
But used as a bed time story
And learned that Papa's this mighty guy
Papa...
Heard he loves me crazy, unconditionally
And wants me to love others the same
But the world knows not love that's pure and bursts
But I don't know how to...love
I long for him, I leave him alone a lot
But the yearning cannot be feigned
Papa...
The best things in life are free
People say free things have no value
But your life, your sanity
Your children, your family
Your health, your mind,
Your peace, your joy
Your love, Papa's love
Compare with the things we put value on:
My flat screen, my Range
My ipad, my Gucci.
My jewelry, my clothing
My degree, my duplex.
Now you, I, we are more beautiful
Than the most perfect rose or
Most beautiful egoistic peacock
He dropped many treasures in me
I've danced, I've sang, I've led
And now I'm writing to you
This gift I've been given...
This gift we've been given...
Let's change the world...
By first finding Papa.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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