Father; My Ladder

Poem By Adeyemi Joshua

Will i call him a father? No, i'll rather call me a ladder. Whom by intuity i climb, To this jealousy land. He is more than a father to me, He is a pole, pillar and a hill. That stood still even in time of need. To dress our cheek with encourging feeds. Happy birthday to you, Excel still and by wealth be full.

Comments about Father; My Ladder

wow great tribute writing on the father; yeah the father is the true stair case to ascend the true throne of life, to acquire the true crown of life; beautiful expression
Really a beauty piece of poetry written to commemorate your father's birthday. A very compassionate and heartfelt tribute. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Nice, i think your father will be very happy to see this.
Amen. A big thank you to you.
An excellent tribute to a great father by a loving son. You will succeed in everything in life, I am sure AJ. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. x

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