That farmboy breakfast of sweet potatoes and rich tea you made is missed.
The sound of your broom sweeping the yard at the break of dawn.
Your 2am prayers that interrupted our sleep.
The after dinner prayers you forced us to stay for, we did everything to evade them.
Little did we know they were protecting us long and boring as they were.
You would pray for us all with name and location.
Years after you are long gone we have noone to pray for us the way you did.
So today I had that farmboy breakfast in memory of you and with cravings for your Lengthy Prayers.
©kd.vambe
K