When I was small enough to fit in his palms, he gave me the most gentle cradle.
When I was strong enough to stand on my own, he held my feet in his big hand and whirled me around.
When I was big enough to hold on tight, he laid down on the floor and sat me on his feet and flew me up in the air.
I know I will never fall nor falter, I know he will never let me fall nor falter.
He is with me, and when he is away, he is still with me.
He brought me meaningful presents from afar.
He sent me love from the distance.
He held on to the bond of our lives.
He gave me the strength I needed.
When I was hurt and sick, he was hurt and sick too.
When I was happy and successful, he was happy and successful with me.
When I was ready to be on my own, he encouraged me to be brave.
He is stoic, heroic and real; he is my father who blessed me.
Rujireka, 6/24/10, New York