Has a sword placed
Without strains of Hakuna Matata
He is a lion for his strength
Step slowly around the circle
Time passes too quickly
I remember him
Holding my tiny hand
To cross the busy street
Holding that hand
Through good and bad
Through tears of sadness
Tears of joy
Approaching the sword
My life insignificant
Trying to hold his life
Within my hand now grown
There is nothing I can do
The words of the song are
Between the struggle for air and
The tears that slice against my throat
He is my King
Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba
YOU are the lion
Oh Jenny! So beautiful! It is good to read your heartfelt words here. ❤
Thank you Jodi, appreciated. ❤️
Thank you Colleen ❤️
You’re so welcome. Sometimes, believe it or not, words elude me to respond with. But not the feelings.
Jenny how strong you continue to be. Beautiful, adoring yet wrenching words of love.
Thank you so much my darling. ❤️❤️
what a lovely tribute to him and you have given much to each other – hugs and hang on tight
Thank you Beth, my darling Pop is in Hospital again but this time, he won’t be returning….. I’m staying with him, in his room, we both came in Good Friday morning. My heart is 💔 and I ache.
I’m sorry and lucky you can bring peace and love to him💚
Beautiful poem Jenny, keep going…and keep strong
Thank you. The hardest thing I’ve had to face darling. 😪💔
Beautiful words from a loving daughter. Keeping you all in my prayers.
Beautiful words, Jenny. Take care. 🙂
Absolutely beautiful. Your love for your dad, and his for you, shines through. Thinking of you and sending our love to you at this sad and difficult time
Your poem strikes such a chord with me. I wish I could be there to support you. A warm embrace.