My father, resident here on earth, principled is thy name.
When adversary comes, you have never run
Of your goodness I will always proclaim.
Before inaudible mutiny, curiosity and boys
kidnapped me from the fortress of your hugs – Saturday
was always daddy daughter day,
overflowing with ab defining laughs
blockbusters, and the unencumbered
wisdom that would one day liberate me
from the confines of worldly comparisons
you are the dance my feet will never master
the choreography my friends and I will
always want to rehearse,
find comfort in the familiar steps of
consistency, strength, stability and
an unfathomable love.
I have never known a mortal man
embody the etymology of his name
the way you do – Peter
the sturdy rock on which my mother
stacked hope and brick bibles
cemented with love to build
a household solid enough to survive
childhood scarcity, stress and sleepless nights
rocked by grief gales determined to
huff and puff and blow our
house down – we subsist but
some friends and foe did not.
I was ten years old when I discovered
that not all fathers are created equal.
Not every man will drive sons to rugby practice
tens of miles away nor wash preteen daughters
robust kinks in small sinks and speak silent prayers
when mothers are working all day
not all men will love unconditionally
be good role models and exercise chivalry
and even good men will fall short of
the lofty expectations of society
This is not just for the men with
worn soles and bruised knees from
walking and crawling those extra miles
no, this too is also for the fathers
who simply donated DNA
Thank you, to the fathers who
did not try and walked away.
For the fathers who live overseas,
who have multiple wives and other families
I say thank you because every one
of God’s children is a gift
and though we may resemble men in
mannerisms and facial features
we are our earthly father’s children
but we are not their somatic choices.
In a world where patriarchally abandoned children
speak the cruel language of anger and neglect
God will Jericho that pain away if you let him,
flood entrenched alcoves with love
for as an active farther has compassion
for his children, so does the Lord
for those who fear Him.
©Assumpta Ozua 2015