I look at the baby
Sleeping on my laps so comfy
What a pity
Well I was strong
I didn’t abort ,I didn’t clong
But gave life to him long
But I pity again,
He has no father.
I can’t trace any further
I always heard ” patience ”
Be patient with my ignorance
If possible give me consolance
Forgive my innocence.
When in younghood he asks
“where is my father?”
I’ll not lie that he died!! Never
He only died in me.
But was ressurected in me,,
By Joe’s birth.
So I’m the one who died in his life.
When he’s a Man,
I’ll ask him to be different,
Responsibility for actions done
That’s what will make him
A true man..
“That strength lies in ones ability to take responsibility of their actions” nyambura2014
Then all be proud of My Son Joe
22/03/14
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