Fly Daddy Fly

Not long ago, at my tender times
I could not get over the fact,
Daddy, a big man of the skies
His premise,

So as I heard the plane fly,
I would haste my feet,
Shouting, “that’s him!”
I would trip and fall to dirt
That would then remind me the fact,

He was not there,
Atleast not at that time
To pick me up
To make me feel good
A feeling that as rare in this Perilous times.

Written by :Keith K.Gikuuma


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