Nothing made sense in my premature eyes
A fatherless path I’d have to stride
Struggling parents who could barely provide
How would I become a man of light?
When life seemed so dark and filled with grime
But in fear and very disheartening times,
God is always there to uplift my mind
And for me, it was someone who had experienced life

In the feel of your grand and jagged hands
I knew that God had bestowed to me a second chance
How we were related, I couldn’t understand
But a look at my mother’s face, exposed the matrilineal ties,
Revealing my mother’s mother as my eternal guide
Single handedly you rehabbed my entire life
You made me Relearn what's wrong and right
Meditations on the chapters of Proverbs and Psalms
Behavioral patterns became lighter than dark
Could you believe that this life of mine,
Was flipped with a little shine of light

The permanent frown as a growing child, slowly arched into
a broad and emboldened smile

In my youthful times, many adventures we tried
Some days we would fight and you would always be right
Your experienced mind dissolved my stubborn side
No matter how I would try to twist and deny
It is why I never understood your heart of gold,
Bigger than anyone that I know
Full of forgiveness that overflowed
And a mind that was never provoked
So in times of trouble, I mimicked you first, along with the
wrath you always kept closed

Strong and bright I’ve grown and become
Shared times we continued having and loved
But both knowing your time was soon to come
The day you would give your account to God
The day my tears would run too much
Whilst still understanding my religious call
I Dreamed of these moments for months on months
Conveying my worries, in fear of its coming
But even your lies grew old and dull
When saying that nothing was soon to come,

Still I nod but smile with a frown because God’s call seemed
so loud
Although these thoughts kept bringing me down
I focused on CSEC, an exam that's all maths
But right before the final lap, my dreams would
unfortunately come to pass

It was the Sunday Night, That I dreamed of someone hands
on heart
Running in Concern, that they may make it or die
But just before the decisive time, I awoke to a night and not a
morning shine
fatigued and scared of what was defined, my eyes decided to
rest the night
During the witching hours, sleep paralyzed was I
and in my awake, the day of dread was alive
A rush to the hospital was the final arc, before God reached
out and called you back
Your Companion and folks screamed, shouted and cried
In disbelief at your cold and lifeless sight/frame
Sad and deprived again was I
But a stronger me was what came to life
Still, I question, if I am a man of light
When I reflect on my actions since your soul took flight
But that was a story, once upon a time.