Patriarch Ian “wordsmith”Munywe

Revered by us off springs, feared and respected all siblings,
Principle rate not known such, astute beyond depiction and description,
A frown enough signal to all, a smile rare as a blue rose,
Charismatic and envisioned in immerse, a true hero eminent salute not forthcoming,
Moral abiding oral chiding he did not spare, a longing to live up to such shrewd character,
Assonance alliteration repletion by all means, not close to describe a man of such predisposition.

Industry a way of life so rite, walking in the High deity’s path,
As from tree trunk sprouts branches, daughters and sons’ inception such blessing,
Strict as a disciplinarian quite daunting, if we could only turn back the hands of time,
Memories still linger from childhood, an erosion to rest his soul upon solace,
Even as age draws closer not a bother, in our hearts we shall honor and ponder,
Still a living legend in our view, a manifestation of his greatness in our midst,
Tears we held back such a task, I pray will wash away agony and tension,
A song to our lost patriarch, how we still cling upon you.