Written for the first man in my life!

Strong towers aren’t built With dreams and sunbeams Or Marshmallow clouds that are tossed by winds or whims absorbing the changing mood of the sun by day. The strong brick, rough and worn scratching post for sheep shorn stretching tall shading harsh rays from strays resting in it’s shadow. The rough surface tickles my hand as I walk around it Finding deep notches where moss has found a home making it smooth. I’m safe in this fortress I dont’ even notice the storm that rages outside covering the parts of me that must grow to show how you fathered me. See it was never about the clothes on my back or labels that come with it jor the fact that we walked home from a full day of slavin’ it It was the Keep your back straight and your chin held high let the world see your pride there ain’t nothin’ to hide. You said C’mon child don’t slack They’ll shoot you in the back and attack your ineptitude. When you Held me close as my heart broke as the screen of smoke covered the bloke who left me. Saying Kinyagiro come here don’t let this breed fear you will find love again. It was the tears in your eyes as sweet sorrowful goodbyes soaked through the glass that separated us. Still hear you say It pays to remember what you learned at home all of your days sweet one It’s in the smile I hear on the other end of the phone when I call and know you take pleasure in the sound of my voice it’s your choice to let me know Thank you for being the only father I’ve ever wanted for sheltering me, I’m content For a lifetime of memories completed supporting m dreams even when I’m defeated depleted and done. I love you Daddy!