At that moment of departure

My nine-year-old was at school
I left her a note; my heart fell:

Good-bye my darling
As I go under the knife.
I pray to see you again
For which: I shall be grateful.
If not:
My time must have been done
I left you and mommy, phone numbers to call.
Remember always,
Daddy loves you to the end
And will never forget you.

You are the pupil
Of my eyes.
Our bond: no dictionary can define
Our blood: only Nature can refine
The language it speaks
Or the oneness it portends.

Fofo--my only one of history
Foyin-Femi--one who puts honey into my life
Good-bye for now,
I hope to see you again, soon
If Fate so designs.
The hunter who has only one arrow
Does not shoot aimlessly.