My father meant the world
to me
Though not well to do
Nor well read
He made sure me and my
brothers got served
My father meant the world
to me
And see that I got enrolled
at school
Where my dream to rise took
flight
As seed at bloom each round
of day
My father meant the world to
me
Though without an education
He got a sense of humor
And drive to make each day
count
Which makes him a special light
My father meant the world to
me
For he kept giving his
everything
Built a home to keep us safe
An ear along to hear our
cries
My father meant the world
to me
And still as guide
A light too for others around
Surviving the war and
counting on God along
©Ibrahim A. Kamara
BIO:
Ibrahim A. Kamara lives and was born in Freetown, where he was also raised and educated, and developed an early interest in poetry. He began writing his own poetry in high school and was published in an anthology "What the seashell said to me," edited by Bridget James last year. He is a regular contributor on dozens of poetry groups and has received recognition for his poetry. He loves his country and looks forward to continuing his studies.