Thanks ‘Daddy’

When you left I cried,

I was young.

Part of me died,

It was wrong.

But it made me strong.

You promised to come back

For mom and for us

Did you lose track?

Was it too much fuss?

Or you just lost focus? 

Now I’m a man

With kids of my own

On my feet I stand

Strong, fully grown.

The unwanted stone.

No grudge do I hold

No anger ,no hate

If the truth be told

I thank you for my fate

No longer I wait.

I Thank you Dad For making me grow

What you did was bad

Just so you know

But no tears still flow.

I made a vow

To not be like you

I succeeded somehow

God saw me through

I thanked him for you.  

 

For my Dad who taught me so much just by his absence.                  

I Hate Kids

I hate kids

with their grimy hands

and green grass stains

all on their pants.

I just can’t stand

their runny nose

and that filthy stuff

between their toes.

Running around

with dirty faces

tripping over

their own shoe laces.

What’s there to love?

Some say it’s cute?

But I just hate kids

And that’s the truth.

The Pregnant Nun

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There was once a Nun

who had none.

Sex I meant,

not a pun.

Never touched by a man

except on her hand

She said sex was not any fun.

Her stomach was always sore

till she couldn’t take it no more

So she went to the doc

who said ‘You’re so full of croc

You are definitely preggers for sure!’

 

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The Kid With A Pin

There once was a kid with a pin
Who poked me and punctured my skin
It hurt what he did
And though just a kid
I kicked him hard in the shin.

His mom was furious at me
“Can’t you see he’s only just three?”
I said “Sorry ma’am,
but I don’t give a damn.
Your kid needs help, seriously!”

Now the kid’s a full grown man
And his mom cannot understand
Why her innocent lad
Turned out so bad
Could it be the parent he had?

Today it might just be a pin
that he uses to puncture one’s skin
But it’s all games and fun
Until the pin is a gun
And the man is no longer a kid.

The Shadow

I don’t know my dad, never did.
The man who some say I
resemble. Just in looks, I hope.
Stories from my mom
and family, tells of
a funny man, like me.
But I hope that’s where it
ends.

Saw him once, I did.
So close we were but so far.
I expected more. Like a hug.
But nothing came from The
Shadow that he was to me.
Less than a friend.

I still hear of him. Yes he lives. And
I wonder, if he thinks of me.  Misses me.
Wishes he could hug me. Talk to me
Like a dad to a son. And meet my
boys.  Who have heard so much about
The Shadow.

So much to say but I can’t
talk to a Shadow.  It won’t matter.
Do I love him? How could I love the unknown?
Forgive him? Yes I do but for what?  I don’t
Know.  I learn from him what not to
do.  To be there for my own and to love.
Not be
The Shadow.

Happy Mother’s Day, Momma

Momma, I don’t know how you did it,

When daddy just upped and quit.

A single mom with four of us.

But you managed without a fuss.

You worked so hard to give us food

Like a hen caring for her brood.

With hard work and motivation

Who needs higher education?

A mom like you is hard to find

Because you are one of a kind.

So have a Happy Mother’s Day!

And may God bless you in every way!