𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 Poem by Miracle Oguine

Ever laid back and wondered why you call him father?
Ever questioned what truly makes you his son?
sat and reflected for months and months,
On the essence of a father-son bond,

Does he even recognise me as his own?
Felt down and wondered what makes me worthy,
Thoughts of a real world dreamer,
Who am I, Who are we in his eyes,
How can a child of darkness become a child of the light?

These are thoughts of an over thinker,
Contemplating the identity of our father,
But what qualifies me to be his son?
It's my belief and faith in him,
that what makes me one.

He accepts me with open arms,
Regardless of my flaws and past wrongs,
In a simple terms, it's my trust in him,
that what qualifies me to be his cherished kin.