Last year in summer, in the month of August,
I saw my my little child stumbling on the dust;
I stopped and looked, and behold, ITS sneakers were gone;
There were some little holes that made them look rough
Then I felt like spanking my little child.
But I quickly realised that will be wrong;
For when I took some steps back and breathed in,
I depersonalised ITS little acts to my sins.
I began to have some memoirs
Of how and when I was a little child
I had been naughty; vocal and very wild
About letting my mother to know how I felt,
I also remembered that, all those blunders I did
Were not to let my mother to get angry;
Neither were they to make her blush no stall on purpose
But all I wanted was my freedom and glory
To drop a bowl down, sit on it and fart
And share my food with dogs and cats;
Sometimes I poo and pee, and left myself utterly messed,
I also swam in my pee
As if it were a little pool
I handled my stool as if it were a tool,
So little I knew how much I made my mom went mad,
Yet she knew all those deeds were not a slight against her;
But how my mother figured things out
Made me to blanch and become stunned;
And hence I walked away like a saint,
Then tell me why I shouldn't forgive my child!
The intricacies and essence of forgiveness are aptly captured in the poem. A well articulated piece written with conviction. Thanks for sharing.
Because understanding, loves and care above all... Forgiveness is just a few cents to offer so why dont we just give it to who we love and close. Because no one perfect from anything including us, so its not fair to punish others. You r a kind father... May u all get His bless by all loves around your life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, chinedu Duke