How I Proposed My Mother to Marry My Father
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A poem dedicated to a single father of a girl child.
Hey! I’m Joe; A twelve-year-old girl lives in Botswana with my father; a single parent
My mother had left us when I was Seven; she left us for someone else;
She has given up on us, on our love, on our relationship;
But my father didn’t, since she has left; My father has stayed and has been playing every part beautifully.
He cooks breakfast for me, packs my lunch; and do also make sure that I finish
When he picks me after school, on our way back home, I tell him everything about my day;
And when I tell him about those who try to bully me, he asks me to punch them
We play football in the evening; He used to play for the state, but after she left, he left.
He also drops me at my piano classes every Saturday; on my eleventh birthday, He gifted me one
I won’t lie, I miss my mother; I want her there for me, every time I fall sick or get an ‘A’ grade in Science;
And my dad too, I saw him staying at their wedding photos, he still has them; and a drop in his eyes, which he doesn’t allow to flow.
But we are dealing with it; Beautifully.
Yesterday, a boy asked me out, I said yes; When I told Dad, I could see the concern on his face. He gently nodded in yes, but he wanted to say no.
He wanted to say No; he felt his daughter is growing up, and probably he doesn’t want that to happen;
Last month had a big day; when in the morning I woke up, white bed sheet has turned into red, and white pajama has been stained red, and my stomach was aching like hell;
I screamed out of fear. He ran to my room; it’s not like that he hasn’t talked to me about this before or I haven’t Google it, But experiencing it for real, was far more different from what they say.
He hugged me and said, Honey, that’s okay, you are fine.
I dealt with it because of what he had taught, as he knew we both will face this one day;
