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Poet jerrimos mugweni(ZVAVANHUVEVHU)

gutu mission hospital. Gutu, Zimbabwe
Poet jerrimos mugweni(ZVAVANHUVEVHU)
gutu mission hospital. Gutu, Zimbabwe

Letter To My Late Farther

Dear Father 
Today is Mothers' day.
I know you might not hear me. 
Six feet in your Grave. 
But i just wanted to share my Grief.
On things i could not say.
When i Cried  you only stared.
Every time  i would Mess my dippers. 
I didn't like the way you Frowned.
Your nose like a Pig. I was always Flanked.
 yes  i might thank Mama. Who Hugged  me 
 Every time you kicked, buckets when you came Home Drunk.
It frightened me so much, that i always  saw you like a skunk.
Even the Next day, all my Lessons  i would Bank.
I would have Fought you Back if i could but was Afraid.
I didn't like the Way you Kicked the Innocent Dog.
And the scars you left on Mom, like a Tree. 
I am writing that i will not Write. 
I am talking to the Dead.
I am the Son of My Dad.
All i wanted was. Someone to call 'Daddy'.
Dad i am angry, at the  same Time  happy. 
I am sad, but Joyful  in  My  heart.
That i never saw you when you died. 
Because, i was Young.
Nature took its Course. 
Amends were made. 
Fates, am in pain.
But i know, you day shall come in June. 
When i will have no Father to say 
Happy Mothers' day, Father  .
If mother Fathered Me. 

Your Son 

The Poet.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: father
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