wachuka n thots

This week my baby turned eighteen. What a wonderful experience. Where did the time go, just the other day this boy was born. I remember like it was yesterday the day he was born. I cant see the laces where time went to. One day a little energetic little bomb of energy and in no time a six foot young man gentle and loving.  Rikis birthday every year falls while he is in school this year we intended to do it differently, postpone and celebrate in December during his school break. This in collabo with beautiful Rigz who was so gracious to accept.  See, Rigz was born in December so all her birthdays have been while she is home. So did that happen, no because man plans but God orders our steps. We lost Mama on the same weekend we planned to celebrate Riki and Rigz birthdays.  Let me tell you about Riki, he is the boy that i got when i was aware of exactly what I was doing, old enough to make the decision to bring forth another human being who wil be solely dependent on me...

In English we say: "Why wasn't I enough?" But in poetry we say: "I wore the masks you chose for me, swallowed the words you didn't want to hear, and built myself around your anger, yet your eyes never softened when they looked at me." In English, we say: "You didn't reply." But in poetry, we say: "Your silence said what your words couldn't." In English, we say: "I overthink." But in poetry, we say: "I replay your words a thousand times, searching for a meaning you never meant."