The Day My Father Died
When I was a little girl, we had a mini concert at Sunday School. I remember Andrew D said a poem called “The Day My Father Died.” The only verse that I remember to this day is the one that says, “The day my father died, I could not cry; My mother cried, Not I.” I didn’t even know it was a poem at that time. I thought Andrew was just sharing his hatred for his father. In my childhood mind I thought Andrew was heartless and cold. How could you not cry if your father died? But I must say, it wasn’t Andrew’s poem that took the cake that Sunday; it was the song that my brother and I sang. We sang “Metric Fever.” For those of you who are old enough to remember, some years ago Jamaica launched a campaign to go all metric The campaign included a viral song called “Metric Fever.” When my brother and I realized, having seen the reactions of our Sunday School teachers, that “Metric Fever” was not an appropriate song for Sunday School, we began deejaying “God, God, God…….” The thought of...