A LETTER TO MY FATHER
I am delighted my dear Father,
Delighted to write you this letter
Though deep in my heart l know,
Know it may never reach you
So Father l have my fingers crossed
Praying and hoping the post-man will do
me a favour
And deliver this letter to you
Father l wrote to say, to ask and to
seek
Father you left my side before l had hatched,
You left before l could judge the world
My mind still too young to understand
why two plus two makes four
Father l ask,
‘’Are you satisfied that you left a clueless,
innocent child behind you’’
Reply in your next letter
This is a letter to you Father
To remind you that the chick has grown
into a hen
I have grown into a young maiden
Full of questions and wonder
My heart beats fast in search of wisdom
And then l smile and think how it would
have been nice
Nice to write to you and ask
‘’ Father am l now old enough to own a
male “
How anxiously l would have waited for
your reply
And what you would have wrote would have
been my command
Father they say a lot about me
The male say lm proud ,
The females naive.
But l am not Father
All l know it that lam lost ,
Lost in a world l do not own
I seek for answers my dear Father
You are a man and have gone through a lot,
Now l ask
“How does one know they are in love and
he in turn feels for her?”
I plead, try and reply.
It would have been lovely
To speak to you face to face
Shy l would have been but confidence l
would have regained
For you are my Father
It’s a shame you and l can never meet
For we now belong in different worlds
Though apart we might be in flesh
In hearts and memories we will remain in
each other
By Amanda Ranganawa
this is a purely objective perspective.
ReplyDeleteI have a great appreciation for your work, you however need to be carefull with your words choose them wisely, they are the difference between a T.S Eliot and a Hardy poem, perfection in poetry is two pronged, either you allow your emotions to map out the words or you map out your emotions with words.
on the other hand the prosaic motif gives a free pass to the reader who can get in touch with whatever it is that you feel, although it would have been more captivating if you had punctuated your emotions with imagery, albeit in prosaic motif