Walani Ndhlovu

(23 March 1996 / Blantyre, Malawi)

BLIND BLIND BLIND


I looked in his shinning eye
And saw a bright future
He seemed to be blinded
As he watched his father die

Half a year baby boy
With no idea of what was happening
A final gaze was thrown
As his sire saw him playing with a toy

The desire of the family he was
Now the worry of his sire he is
His sire had no word but a wave
Bye bye he goes


Tears drop from my eye when I see him play
For it reminds me of this time
When he was a baby
And when he asks why I'm crying I've nothing to say

His mother died a month before his father
And he asks for his mom
As he thinks I'm his sire
And since I'm not married I need to think further.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 09, 2013

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