There are no words,
Death visited my house without notice,
And stole a prized possession.
My heart is broken,
And I can’t breath,
When I think that never again,
Shall you and I see each other in this life.
The gap you leave behind cant be filled,
But you left a legacy that can be emulated.
You were a man of vision,
Seeing far into the future,
Valuing education and women,
And now we see its fruits.
You were, are, and will always be loved,
A father, brother, grandfather and great grandfather.
May the Lord God rest your soul in peace,
And may we meet on the other side,
When my time comes.
Potentash Founder. A creative writer. The Managing Editor at Potentash. Passionate about telling African stories and stories about the inclusion of minorities. Find me at email@example.com.
“We're all stories, in the end.” ― Steven Moffat