It’s funny how I used to be a very good writer until i lost my Dad.
02/04/2014 at 3:50Am you left!
And since then I haven’t been able to write even a tribute.
I didn’t write for a long time till last year.
Writing poems and stories hasn’t been as easy as it used to before you passed away.
I’ve been trying to write you a tribute for years but when I hold my pen there’s nothing.
This is all I could write in 6 years and I hope that someday I could heal enough to complete this
“I prayed, I cried, I hoped, I wished, but yet my faith wasn’t completely strong. I wasn’t bold enough to look you in the eyes when you were here but when you left I searched for you in my thoughts, in my memories, in my past, in my dreams and in my future but you were no where to be found………”
The last thing I told you was “How are you?” That’s still my question till now.
If I could see your face one more time there’s so many things I want to say. There’s been so many birthdays without you my birthday mate.
6 years and it still feels like yesterday.
I miss you and I’d never forget you Daddy
RIP
I’m still your Erewa
…MARY EREWA MOWARIN
Modashy’s Pen!