Waking Up
A dash from the door,
and i felt my heart throbbing.
Your occurrence definitely,
meant the worst to happen.
I never knew what i could have done,
to experience your cruelty.
When i only needed a papa,
to love me like his only daughter.
your yells bloody murder,
shook the whole neighborhood,
spreading smacks and hacks,
up in arms for no reason.
Made scrub the whole dwelling,
as if i was a house help,
or a bustard from the shanties
who was an intruder to your whole being
"For the love of money,
is the root of all evil".
To no doubt,the video of the proverb,
was loading in front of me.
That money is thicker than blood,
And i can go to hell for all you cared.
I wondered why?
The olden poor days,
why they did flew away.
Then it was simple and joyous,
Although it was hard to get all,
i could see your struggle,
i could see your care and anxiety,
to my well being,
Now i find it hard to plaster,
A smile to my face.
You told me,
Education was the key to a better future.
And when blessed with required resources,
You were going to offer me,
Your promises bored no fruit,
I only see your hatred and anger towards me.
From a lovely daughter,
Now you attract my attention,
Via a little devil.
From a joyous girl,
Now am always mourning.
From this deep sleep you put me in,
keep me wondering,
to where my earlier papa went?
All and all,
I could not forget the virtues,
you taught me,
Safely i saved like a print in my mind,
To always pray and have faith in God.
To believe in what we do not see,
And like a 'pap',
my best papa in the world was there.
Together yawning from the long deep slumber.
Janet Muthoni
11-27-2012
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