Papa
As a child he used to sit me upon his lap and tell me stories. He told me about Jamaica and all of the amazing, colourful wonders of the ocean.
He told me that we all came from the Sun, and would return to the Sun. Pressing my little nose with his soft brown finger he told me to Question, to Discover.
He believed in Science.
He told me that we all came from the Sun, and would return to the Sun. Pressing my little nose with his soft brown finger he told me to Question, to Discover.
He believed in Science.