AN ELEGY TO MY FATHER, JACK!
Tick tick tick...
The Quartz wall clock kept ticking away relentlessly
As though impatiently
And there sat I in my dinning room
For hours unending yet unable to piece any words together!
Your tribute you need to send in
The Printer's words kept ringing in my ears
Alas! How does one put the memories a thirty eight year old has of his father, Jack , in but a few lines?
Memories! Beautiful, loving, funny, happy, crazy, and alas, sad ones.
Numerous memories had I of my father, Jack!
Still there sat I, unable to piece the words together
Maybe t'was this awful pain in my chest,
Or perhaps, t'was the feeling that I wasn't ready to let go
How does one let go of a father so like no other?
My Father, Jack...
As you're fondly called...
Your voice, always something of a puzzle to me
Melodious tenor it was as we sang hymns during family devotions
And them it hit me, as I perused your beautiful autobiography, for a chorister you were in your youth
My Father, Jack
Across the seas you flew in search of knowledge
From thence you came and generations you imparted!
My father, Jack!
A man of great patience, a man of peace, a man of integrity, an honest man if there ever was one! Honesty is the best policy you always told us. A great Dad, a great human if I ever met one.
My Father, Jack!
A firm believer in family. A believer in education. A believer in hardwork and diligence! A believer in Love, always choosing to see the best in anyone and everyone! A lifter of men! And yes! A child of God.
My Father, Jack!
Gentle and peaceful as can be, yet strong and steadfast always.
It's true what they say... "stars don't struggle to shine and the gold fish has no hiding place "
My Father, Jack!
Alas! Mr Death came calling
The pain, such a rush was it
Yet you roused yourself once more for the sake of those who love you
Weep not son! Weep not.
God bless you! God prosper you!
Even though it took all of your strength, even in the very throes of death, you found the strength, courage and grace to comfort a weeping son?
My father, Jack!
Amidst the tears, solace and comfort to my anguished soul your words brought
If only I could but take the pain away
If only I could give you another fifteen years like King Hezekiah
Alas! A mere mortal I am.
My Father, Jack!
Good people never die, they sleep! It is known.
Death didn't vanquish you for sleep you must until resurrection morning.
Fare the well my father, Jack, for now work I must to meet you again on that great day!
I love you my Father, Jack! I miss you too.
I will seek thee out on resurrection morning!
Tick, tick, tick...
A poem by your son,
Barr. Osemanre Collins Ayo