TODAY, I WATCHED MY DAD DANCE (John Eyemi)

I withdrew a third knuckle, and they were misty;

 If I hadn’t seen him chuckle, I would have missed it;

 My Dad jumping and leaping, and praising God,

as the beat went pumping and we’re singing in craze of his word              ;

 This happens lots of times in the house, but in public-few,

 I had to change sides within the crowd to see him in oblique view;

 He twisted and jerked, sometimes giving a complete turn,

 And in me, when I checked, a fire had started to burn,

 And when he bent low, oh the fire razed through my brain!

 Nothing could quench the emotion in me, not even the rain;

 Sweat dropping off his face, so much perspiration this day,

 A favor belonging to the race who praise the God of creation this way;              

I cannot fast forget those precious tears that wet my fingers,

 Till today, the memory of watching my Dad dance still lingers.

WRITTEN BY JOHN EYEMI