It's a year now
I never did wish for anything
But an insurmountable desire to see
And embrace you again
There have been a lot I do wish to tell You
A lot I do yearn for you to tell me
Stories and tales Of the not so far away land
Where mortal eyes haven't seen
So much I do want to hear from You
Of where you have gone beyond
Stories of the life out there
Father, if your voice could be heard again
What a rejuvenation of soul that would be

You've not gone as to not be with us
Your family on this day and days aside today
Have in memorial bestowed its all
To Reverencing thee
You have not left us to our own
You are with us still from where you are
I've become popular as your face is revealed in mine
Old and small have known me to be
The Son of Raymond.... "Dey Go"
As they call You
Symbolic of your easy-way of life
When i walk the roads leading to the king's palace
Or the paths to the village squares
And neighbouring villages
I meet innumerable encomium of your goodness
From the lips of passersby
I hear and I'm overwhelmed at thy being
When i tread solely
On roads that leads to the stream
Or the busy paths of the markets
I've been shown roads of thy treadings
Places of thy restings and temporary dwellings
I've met dignitaries home and abroad
Those i know not of welcome me with glad tidings
You really are a rare gem of extraordinary feats
I'm honoured to have had a father and you
Your name i will re-echo
That children unborn will know
A Life So Lived As The Beauty Of Thine
I will carry on thy name and the testimonies of thy being
To generations to come
You made a man out of me
I be that man you want to see
Your footpaths I do see
Never to decline or lose track of it
A walkway to inevitable goodness much to my embrace
You really have left on earth, in the land, on the air
Signs of thy existence
The legacies you've left are indelible and matchless
I'm following suit your footsteps
That has made the world acclaim your godly goodness

Father, It's as though it were yesterday
It's Still fresh the matchless memories
Of thy being
Having left without closing the door
A sudden unexpected farewell
That got no response from the family you left
As we were in the hands of
Morpheus whilst thou departest
You left us in shock still
Not believing you've bade us a final farewell
I still find myself peeping through the window
For signs of thy coming
I still wait anxiously glued to the chair
Behind the door
Waiting for a knock at the door
Waiting to hear sounds of thy footsteps
You are coming aren't you?
My more than a billion times questions
Awaiting response from you
In my dreams told and untold
My hands held up in coldness of doubt
Could it really be Real
You Held My Hands
From the narrow golden treasured aisle
From whence you walked towards me
I couldn't behold my eyes
Death actually never killed You
How impuissant you are death!
Even though some call you mighty
You Smiled So Ebulliently
And resuscitating my being to glamour
With Ecstasy Of a Genuine Utopian Life
An Elysianic Life moderated by Divinity
Before you I stood immortalised
I noticed tears from your eyes
Saying the words -I've missed you son!
But I'm more covered
with the joy of seeing you again
Yet the gushing stream of tears from my eyes
Could tell many tales in no short a while
How much I've missed you
Your words, the exact same words I recall
Wherewith I'm told...
I'm going to be with You My Son
I'll Be Your Support
Repeating the lines
I'm with you still
There I'm captured into reality
Father, is it you?
My son, I'm sorry I left just like that
Never knew it's going to be
A journey beyond my control
I know you've suffered
Mother awaits your return
My brothers and sisters wait in earnest's bowel
For thy return
I know all of your pains my son
Show your siblings the character of my being
To thy mother provoke her not to anger
Love her endlessly like I loved her
His words sunk into me
I Couldn't tell if there were reasons
To cry incessantly
Seeing him in an immaculate apparel
Spotless with no indelible stains of unrighteousness
The Vision Quench
A light outshone my eyes
You were gone again at the blink of an eye
But thy words re-echoed still
I will always be with you, my son
Thy words were thunderous and pacifying
And I'm startled whether to quench
The fire already ignited by thy presence
Thy presence indeed cannot be quenched
It lives and dies with me wherever I go