Treasure Island

Maselo George

(28TH OCTOBER,1986 / BUSIA)

Her Fault Not


Her love so long gone,
Her mistake it was not,
Her duty she had without complain done,
For nine months she had carried,
Even though heavy she was relieved,
But this her expectation had been stolen,
Whose fault was these?

After nine months,
Then there came pain,
Pain of being a mother,
Pain of carrying that baby,
Pain of unfulfilled expectations,
Pain that she might never look at him and smile,
Was it her fault?

Now as she holds her womb,
Her hopes once again revived,
But, deep down fear engulfs her,
Afraid that it might not be a repeat,
Earnestly she prays in her sleep,
That this time round,
She won`t have to look and cry,
Because it will never be her fault.

Submitted: Sunday, July 24, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, July 26, 2011

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