My Son
30 June 2022
I'll give you the world my little one / I'll raise you properly-even with father gone / So rock-a-bye baby / Don't you ever cry / Grow child grow, grow up and be a better man
STEPHANIE ALOIS
Your father disowned you and I cried
Silently in my heart and swallowed my pride
Isolated from the village and gossip of men
Pain, oh such sweet-bitter pain
Your tiny feet kicked and I giggled
Smiling softly; waiting to have and to hold
Happy, I'm happy to meet my baby
Alas! Now to clinic with heavy tummy
Rush, oh what a rush
Your squeak halted my tormented cries
And I smiled faintly
Holding you in my arms tenderly
Blood dripping down on clinical bed covers
Blink, you blinked at me innocently
Your tiny body washed and wrapped in sheets
Placing you in a bilum made of wool
Whisking you away on a freezing night
To our isolated home, on rocking chair I sat
With you in my arms and singing a lullaby
Rock-a-bye baby, oh sweet child sleep soundly
Your tiny hands grabbed my hair when morning came
Pulling you close and tucking you in
Only the silence witnessed my promise
I'll give you the world my little one
I'll raise you properly-even with father gone
So rock-a-bye baby
Don't you ever cry
Grow child grow, grow up and be a better man
Stephanie - I want to be that guy who read your poem and said 'thank you'.
I am publishing your poem on Ples Singsing and in Sumatin Magazine's 22 December issue.
Keep your poet and her muse alive and well. We need them both.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 10 December 2022 at 07:35 PM