The Sin of the.....

The sin

 

This is K

I had K created

As part of my brand

However the person

Who K represents

Do not really care or does she

Let me begin 14 years ago

I get a phone call to meet my wife

At the JSE in central JHB

It was still in Diagonal Street

Like a lamb to slaughter

I thought, struggling through

Lunchtime traffic

She is exited

And hands me a sonar image

An so at the age of 40

I am once again to be a father

And I could never

In my wildest dreams,know

How this would change my life

I now know about Hip Hop

I was one of the shy boys

That decorated the far wall

At school parties

Had two left feet

And a mouth full of crumbs

Could not even speak

I also know about Drama and acting

I watched a child grow

Who is so like me

It is scary

Or rather

How I would have been

If I was not told

Hit him and If you do not

I am leaving

You are not my son

I do not have sissies for sons

And so I became a boxer

Did judo

Played rugby

Did gymnastics

While my soul slowly died

Inside of me

A soul that wanted

To write poetry

To paint to sculpt

And even now

At 54 I am rather

Ham-handed when I write

Not K

I allowed her

To be

What she wants to be

And she is a joy

Artistic, energetic

And yes shy

But also confident

I live my life over

Watching her do

All the things, I did not do

Because

I wanted to win back

My mother’s love

She inspires me

Amazes me

Makes me laugh

She is teaching

A grateful Old dog

New tricks

Peace and love be with you my children friends

Of any age culture or religion

Never grow up

Be what you are

Forever

Amen

doulos