– Spilling everyday experiences with words –
Posted on December 21, 2018 by Ugo Nkwoala
When all is said and done
this exhaustin’ drama to make
an adult out of an infant over.
This is what it comes to –
my daughter is not my daughter.
A most grateful child she is
seem not to have forgotten
her native tongue e’en under
the authority and oath of a ring
still, my daughter is not my daughter.
A minute she’s here,
in another seeks home;
yes, home to her real family
a mere visitor now to the house
of her birth and nurture.
Life’s un-simple logic I query; I envy,
no, I envy not his man
another’s heartthrob I’ve also stolen
to birth a daughter. Instinctively
my daughter is my daughter.
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