Tawona Mzila Ranganawa Poet Prose

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

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