When God created Dads

He made mine quite queer

He made mine with a big belly

Maybe from drinking too much non alcoholic beer


He made my dad love bananas

More than words can say

He’ll go out at midnight buying bananas

There’s no stopping him, come what may


He made him a little stubborn

He eats whatever makes him drool

Mutton beef or pork

He loves to break the rules


His eyebrows are way too long

bushy and way too thick

sometimes i think he needs to cut them

Even mowing them would do the trick


Daddy loves to get up

at the crack of dawn

Disturb everybody too

Early in the morn


To run off to one of his adventures

He’ll drag me out of bed

“lets go see the mountains today!” he says

Even though my eyes are still red


He won’t take no for an answer

and tries to bribe me with a treat

“But we can go have your favourite breakfast” he says

and then I’m rushing to buckle myself in the carseat


Being around daddy

is always so much fun

we keep roaming and roaming around

until the day is done


Daddy wears only one colour

It’s his usual shade of brown

Nothing else picks his fancy

He ends up looking like a clown


His pants are always too short

and always show his socks

He wears them with his iron shoes

which thud around when he walks


When daddy is at a buffet

or at an office event with free food

He steals me cakes in his pockets

To brighten up my mood


God made my daddy

ever so generous and so sweet

My daddy is my hero

the nicest person I could ever meet


God made daddy perfect

so we girls would know

What to look for in a man

and how his goodness would show


God sent daddies

to come into the world

For where God couldn’t physically walk among us

Daddy would be protecting God’s little girls

Since you've been away
I've trailed the wake of the clouds
Just crumbling clay...
That lay in the shade that enshrouds
Depending on the ifs and mays.

   Wake up, my love...
Since you haven't been here
The sky did nothing but only sang
Ambient translations of mocks and jeers
As the green blades of earth bared their fangs
Mischievous songs that I've held dear.

     Wake up, my love...
Since you've been gone
I've realised that I'm not moving
And you too, haven't moved since last dawn
A reality all too disheartening
Bits of me all cut up and sawn.

         Wake up my love...
Since you've been missing
I am never whole, and never will
A lifetime of endless chasing
Bottomless jar without a seal
Void clustered emptiness in need of filling.

            Wake up, my love...
Since you've been absent
I could only hope for this lungful
To lead me to subsequent
Ones that taste like bitter pills encapsuled.
Mind full of drugs running rampant.

               Wake up, my love...
Since you wouldn't have known
What these days are like...
Time induced tumours have grown
The hours impale with temporal spikes...
Inseminating malignant thoughts soon to be sown.

                  Wake up, my love...
Since you've been away
I'm a player hoping for a fair game
Nonetheless still crumbling clay...
That lay in the dark just the same
Choking on the what ifs and what mays.