My mind remembers vividly our last scenes of joy You told me “Your dress looks beautiful just like you” “I am very sure you inherited your beauty from Me.” We laughed and hugged None of us knew that would be our last We had plans, so many plans Daughter and Father plans We made dates for these plans but you and I know your passing Was not part of plans You left too soon There are too many fondly memories of Us Where do I begin? Remember when we were poured water on the street because the taxi driver thought we were a couple? Remember how we argued politics as if we wanted to change the world tomorrow? Remember how you use to call me fondly “Emy” You left too soon Saying goodbye has never been a thing I am good at Saying goodbye to you is even more difficult Let’s say there is a consolation that this is a short goodbye Or rather a “see you later” as we usually did if any of us was going away for a short while But without the usual hug. Daddy, there is hope that we will see again Where we will part no more No goodbyes; No last hug; No last smiles Tie sun ette mi...tutu nyin ifiak isobo Emilia Eyo Daughter