Fathers - Poem by Nomaphelo Lange
Why play pinball in my life's,
you are there when we are born.
along the way you vanish for no reason,
you allow us to grow up not knowing you.
Is it something I did for you to run away?
oh well that i will never know the answer to that.
Is it something that my mother did to you?
oh well why should I pay the price for her mistakes.
Why do i ave to grow up like this,
only spending time with you when you feel like.
Why do I only see you in old pictures,
I want to grow up seeing you daily and visiting you.
Don`t you think I deserve to grow up knowing that you
Care and Love me.
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