My Childhood Chilling Report

Five hours on most mornings in a church Seeking for shelter From listless life that left me in the lurch Which deprivation couldn’t alter Despite the fervent wish In my mind Entertained in a dish From which enough meals I couldn’t find In the vicinity and safety of the kenaf sac In which fitful sleep My eyes stole from a pack Of blues in plenty which deep Within my darkness crept Asking me in abandoned abodes I slept and wept Wondering why cranky cords Scolded me and told me to hope for the best Although school for a while I stopped Cos on my back sat threadbare vest As darkness and sadness hopped During days, during nights Until grandpa Intervened to turn on lights That bathed my future in a spa Where a vista Opened the path back to school As my immediate younger sister Determined my destiny to retool Direction smiled Providence came on stream Test and homework in a line past disappointments filed And alive returned the dream That re-engineered my return To life Which in turn Played aloud my future fife Streamlining Facilitating Underlining The importance in my life of providing Direction Support Action As the future on its own delivered my chequered childhood report.