Tears Without A Sound
Discipline (Dedicated to my late beloved father)
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published 2 years ago • 1 min read
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My father was a great man
who made use of the cane
to drive lessons with a plan
to prepare me for my domain.
Mistakes were inevitable
but alas! not the sound of my cries.
My pains were demonstrable
only through tears from my eyes.
Looking back now
I am grateful for the discipline.
It had taught me somehow
to know my boundaries as a feminine.
Working class wife is a challenge
but I've been prepared to take the plunge.
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Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)
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Comments (1)
This was a beautiful tribute to your father. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️