In his bed, in his sunset
He looked into my eyes and then said
“Here are the final keys.
Never forget ‘em when I’m gone please.
An honest heart makes a good man
And a calm mind is a gold mine.
Never drink from the eye-catching cup of hate
And when they bury you-please germinate.”
I was in college chasing knowledge
A week later when the message came from a good sage.
Said, “Your father, has gone to join our ancestors.”
A brook of salt waters; a bird with broken feathers.
I keep his photo, I keep his
dreams, I keep his hopes.
I hope I make him smile up
there before my heart

By Andrea B. Matambo

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