My Son, Unathi - Poem by Liza Mahlubi
When I first saw you
I was scared to touch you
Your skin looked so fragile.
when I first held you
My hands were trembling
I thought you will fall
because you were so small
Then you opened your eyes
They were so big and beautiful
I cried inside
Maybe I was scared to be your mother,
Maybe I was scared you wouldn't want to be my son
But the moment stood still
I smiled and you smiled back
I was your mother and you were my son
From there on despite the uncertain future
I looked into your eyes
And named you 'UNATHI'
Because I felt the hand of GOD on you
When GOD touched you
I also rubbed his hands against mine
That's when I knew, he is with us,
you and me
Hence the name 'UNATHI'
I love you my baby.
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