Missing My Dad

By Odimegwu Onwumere

 

I didn’t know much

the importance of having a Dad

till these two years and,

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of not being with one.

 

The bird in the hand

is often not cherished, adored,

till she escapes into the air.

 

Who can fly?

 

Many things we do not cherish today,

we regret when they are gone

tomorrow.

 

I don’t only miss my Dad;

some parts of me died

with his passing

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