FATHER, GATHER YOUR CROWNS

Father struggled to stop
Us from crying -
The infant us
He struggled, yet persisted
Until he saw a spark of smile
On our faces
Fanning this spark of smile
Into bursts of laughter
Father, gather your crowns

Father saw the release of our first nature's call
Hurriedly followed by
The second nature's call
Mother just took her bag off to work
And the release of the stench slapped his face
Yet, he cleaned us
Father, gather your crowns

Father tilted the land
With every muscle in him
With beads of sweats - the akwashɔŋtse of his skin
Just to feed us
Father, gather your crowns

Father persisted
Not resisting
But insisting
That his children will irresistibly
Be consistent in the
Pretext, context and content of their  lives
Father, gather your crowns!

Father sought the best for us
Helping us aboard the train of education
A priceless investment which forever
Yields dividend
Father, gather your crowns

Father,we would be ignoramuses
If  we fail to mentioned one good deed
Bringing us up in the training and instruction of the Lord
We shall not lord this to ourselves
Mankind will bear witness
Of this invaluable deed
Father, gather your crowns

Father, mankind belittle your significance
Your importance of parenting is undermined
We, your children, have gone through the
Mines of Man's mind
And it's evident
We dare not second their belief
Lest, we lose the fatherly blessings
Which you gracefully gave us
Father, gather your crowns

Father, what shall we say again?
Shall we speak against your gray beard
Which you use as a broom to gather wisdom?
Father, gather your crowns!


KingPoet©

MOTHER, I'LL SPEAK OF YOU

Mother, I'll speak of how
You cuddled me with warmth
And tender kisses
How you robbed your soft lips
Unto my soft skin

Mother, I'll speak of how
You carried me in that sack
For nine moons
How you victoriously overcame
The dark ages of childbirth
And by the Creator's help, safely landed me on the shores
Of light

Mother, I'll speak of how
You nursed me for six moons
On that soft two waterfalls
Flowing with untainted milk
From the Creator himself

Mother, I'll speak of you
How you locked my childish disturbances
In the dungeons
With soothing melodies which came out from heart
Conducted by your tongue

Mother, I will still speak of
How you clothed me with the robes of morality
And fitted my feet with the sandals of godliness

Mother, what shall I say again?
Shall your child speak against you?
Shall he speak against the labour of fifteen moons?

Mother, I am your crown of splendour!

#KingPoet©

A DAY I SHAN'T FORGET

Angels rushed to the day I
Shan't forget
And a new heavenly book was
Produced

The day a personal Angel was assigned to me
My guardian angel -
Strong and worthy to behold

He stretched out his hand to hold
The baby crying in the midst of cold
And having a mark of gold

A  day I shan't forget
The day the heavens smiled with no regret
And the earth meandered her way
To look at the child

The child who had been given
A heavenly pen
Firmly grasped in his hands
A pen to break the stony hearted
And to bridge the gap between
The Creator and his created

A wonder who will ponder on
The wonders of the Creator
A creature on fire to proclaim
The wonders of nature
A nurse to nurture the seedlings.
KingPoet ©