Who Am I? Poem by Fate McFate

This woman I married; doesn't know me! ! !
Now I marvel.
Even this blood I brought fourth,
Neither knows me, nor a string of my hair.
 
I made this house with grass,
I cut down plumps from the Karura forest,
Gathered soil out from the valleys beneath.
Five years in the making all by myself-five! ! !
 
Now these people in my house call me a stranger
Who knows me? What about my name?
I lost my name. But I know who I am,
I am ME.
 
 
 
 

© Njuguna PM
Saturday, January 14,2017