My little Girl writes by Godswill Odeku

On a fine morning my little girl
Saw I scribbling on the sand.
Yes! She wrote on the sand.
She wrote with her little hand.
Tho’ what it was I can’t tell,
6 For it was at best illegible.

But then ‘twas right she wrote,
For when those thoughts,
Those precious thoughts,
Build up in the mind,
‘Tis best they’re written.
12 For thus posterity is blessed
And progeny is revered.

Tho’ her writing mayn’t be sight,
Yet, what is written brings light
To our minds as we fight
To erase ignorance by light
18 Of knowledge we have received.

So ‘tis wise for my little girl
To have written on the sand
In the dawn of the morning.