(A Poem For Father's Day)

Daddy, look! A poem for you,
about social justice
and universal law!
I have channelled all my doubts
into your version of events,

and now that we approach a place
where a feast and a repose
are promptly waiting,
we have a moment
for interests and desires.

A carpenter, you founded your house
on more than faith.
A modest master, you protected,
guarded and bore witness to
an almost forgotten story.

I learned from you
never to seek to console
without understanding
and never to obtain power
by offering homage.

Thus you can be pardoned
from the eternal.
It's said we all beg
for a beautiful death
with our dying breath, so...

'Patron of work
and of departing souls,
pray for me.'

Never before published but intended for Jamaica.