THREADS OF MY SOUL
Six
It could have been six, yes, six,
six clinics, nurses and kicks,
six tummies, moans and cries,
six voices, songs and lullabies.
Yes it could have been six.
But some were denied access
to the world including my princess.
But a girl, Siki, did one day see the sun,
and yes my elation made my blood run.
I knew not she'd be followed by a son;
Kamo's mom never told me I had one,
until twelve years later she gave me a blow.
All these years I had a son I didn't know.
I would be unsupportive, she said,
I'd be nothing but a deadbeat dad.
Amends I'm now making with my son to date.
To be a father to him is not too late.
Then there was Liya, my beautiful light skinned baby girl,
whose paternity gave me shock waves like hell,
raising her wholeheartedly for four years,
only to learn she came from her mother's affairs.
A deed I regret daily still haunts me to this day.
When Zwai was a maturing fetus I saw no other way.
Bankruptcy forced me into the worst sin,
that I let my son leave the world unseen.
Flames from broken finances gave me anxieties,
that saw myself led into such animosities.
I pray he forgives me wherever his soul has gone
and bless me with faith, hope and a new dawn.
Thithiba was almost born in the city of saints and arts festivals,
but complications weren't so kind to her mother's terminals.
Unsure of her gender so we thought the same,
by giving our child a unisex name.
Unknown's mother just disappeared into thin air,
with a nameless fetus, an act so unfair.
Her disappearance from socials sent me to shrinks,
Leaving with my child - an attitude that stinks.
She's the worst one out of all my children's mothers.
I swear I'll never be one of the deadbeat fathers.
5 May 2023
six clinics, nurses and kicks,
six tummies, moans and cries,
six voices, songs and lullabies.
Yes it could have been six.
But some were denied access
to the world including my princess.
But a girl, Siki, did one day see the sun,
and yes my elation made my blood run.
I knew not she'd be followed by a son;
Kamo's mom never told me I had one,
until twelve years later she gave me a blow.
All these years I had a son I didn't know.
I would be unsupportive, she said,
I'd be nothing but a deadbeat dad.
Amends I'm now making with my son to date.
To be a father to him is not too late.
Then there was Liya, my beautiful light skinned baby girl,
whose paternity gave me shock waves like hell,
raising her wholeheartedly for four years,
only to learn she came from her mother's affairs.
A deed I regret daily still haunts me to this day.
When Zwai was a maturing fetus I saw no other way.
Bankruptcy forced me into the worst sin,
that I let my son leave the world unseen.
Flames from broken finances gave me anxieties,
that saw myself led into such animosities.
I pray he forgives me wherever his soul has gone
and bless me with faith, hope and a new dawn.
Thithiba was almost born in the city of saints and arts festivals,
but complications weren't so kind to her mother's terminals.
Unsure of her gender so we thought the same,
by giving our child a unisex name.
Unknown's mother just disappeared into thin air,
with a nameless fetus, an act so unfair.
Her disappearance from socials sent me to shrinks,
Leaving with my child - an attitude that stinks.
She's the worst one out of all my children's mothers.
I swear I'll never be one of the deadbeat fathers.
5 May 2023
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