Father,No Hero of Mine
Father, no hero of mine
Prayed everyday that a shadow
of him will appear;
an eye to the window,a hand
on the curtain
A flow of mothers tears,
longing for lost love
Longing for her man to return
to her
Remembering the days and
laughter shared
Now father is gone and mother
holds a glass of wine
Stories buried in family
treasure chest, never to be told
No more answers to questions
about a roaming stranger
Questions that brings back
flashes of sad memories
Memories soon to be erased,
but never forgotten
As a child plays, smiles at
every figure of a man;
Hoping, hoping that will be his
father, the male figure much
awaited
Worthless efforts of a mother
to tend to a son manly needs
Teaching, teaching him the
ways of a man, a hopeless
activity
He couldn't wait to point his
son into the right direction
He went away chasing the
wind,hoping to find refuge in
another woman's arms
Forgetting the vows he made
that he will be there in sickness
and in health
Father, no hero of mine
Sometimes his children see him
in their dreams coming back
Bread in hand and briefcase on
the other, the warm hugs of a
father
As soon as they open their
eyes his no more, he
disappeared with the night
Gone forever, never to come
back, to kiss them good night
A hero of woman, shared love
with most of them but not a
hero of mine.
Written by Tawona Ranganawa
Copyright © Tawona Mzila Ranganawa | Year Posted 2013
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