Men say she looks loved,
But who a father is, she never knew.
All she sees are stories mother made;
Communication and attention were alien to her space.
Days she needed to talk about boys who stared,
Girls whose gazes lingered,
Dreams that stayed, and pains that wouldn’t stop.
She kept pushing, growing, and making excuses.
“Daddy will come for me” was her favorite rhyme,
But all was an illusory ride.
She sat at the park forever,
Waiting at the door for the knock to bring daddy home.
She waited till the rhythm changed;
Till all she now understands is:
“Whoever loves you won’t be too busy for you.”
The veil fell, and she became that child who no longer cries papaoti uteng!(Daddy is coming)
Now the park is alien to her;
Waiting is no longer a pleasure.
It’s once upon her filial piety.
“Whoever loves you will not be too busy for you”. Cant agree more
Leaving isn’t always loud, it sometimes happen quietly.
This is a beautiful piece.
I love your insight bro
Apt
Apt
This poem is a quiet, aching reflection on abandonment and emotional absence. Through simple but powerful imagery, it captures how unmet parental love shapes a child’s understanding of affection, patience, and self-worth. The transition from hopeful waiting to hardened clarity is especially poignant, making the piece both heartbreaking and deeply relatable.
You understood the message
Beautifully written ✨♥️
I’m touched
A wonderful write up that really connect deep…I can relate to this 🙂
Beautiful write up💜
Beautiful piece 😍😍😍😍
This is not just a poem but a story of becoming and transformation.
It’s so beautiful
We forget that they’ll grow up…
Most times, we realize very late that they’ve outgrown us
Beautifully written, Tobi
Thanks my love
Beautiful piece ❤️
Very nice poem
Keep it ip
Love is entails making someone your first priority ………the moment someone who claim to love Nd cherish you start acting nonchalantly…..trust Nd believe….it’s never love in the first place .
Whosoever love you will always show up for you irrespective if their busy schedule.
papaoti uteng!
That’s the sound I listened to and read its lyrics all day.
Good work tobi
Beautiful piece.
This is amazing
A touching story
About love, expectations and the irony of life👌
So interesting
🔥🔥🔥🔥
This is not just a story but a journey of becoming.
Keep it up oremi
This is amazing
I must comment that you are good at what you do
Keep it up my lovely friend
Interesting…..
Keep it dear friend
Busyness will never be an hindrance for anyone who love or cares about you….it a very huge lesson.
Well done ma.
Oluwatobilobasimi, “Whoever loves you won’t be too busy for you to check this inspiring write up you have for them.
To me love is just a transaction
This is a beautiful piece 🥹
Wow, lovely
Beautiful piece 😘
This is 🔥🔥🔥
Write more girl
Lovely literal work
Wonderful writeup,Bby gurl💖
You’ve got a beautiful piece there.
This is a well written creativity 🔥🥳, job well done 💪😘
This is just the reality of becoming.
More inks to your pen girl
This is great
Great work
This is profound.
This is lit🔥🔥🔥🔥
Wonderful who every love you won’t be too busy for you
Profound! 🥂
Nice piece
Wonderful piece 👏👏
Hmmmm this is thoughtful.
The piece is so touching 🥹
“…days she needed to talk about boys who stared,
girls whose gaze lingered…”
The earnest desire for an outpouring that met silence and emptiness is a vivid telling of the ache the poetis persona felt. It marked the exhaustion of hope in her even before she grew weary and alienated from the park’s silence.