Now my sons are born I seldom complain
like he never did about his worries –
the weight and responsibilities of fatherhood.

The obligation to protect n’ provide
comes first and your wants very few –
that desired designers shoes become wishful thinking.

Now my sons are born, gazing at him on a wall
encased in a wooden frame, his presence withdrawn
it was like meeting him for the first time.

What did I know then, what did I know…?
Without words I understood things
about him I never could have until now –
father to father.

© Ugo Nkwoala. 2019. All rights reserved.

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  1. Dedicated to my father although I DIDN’T GET THE CHANCE TO SAY ´´GOODBYE´´ but I still remember and cherish the time you were here. Thank you for giving me your all!!!

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