She said that it’s his son
And he said not at all
Cursed, was the
day he saw the sun

He has once again
forgotten all about her
Not to mention her son
She had to wear his boots
Fight, fend, find food for her only child
tell him about his whereabouts
What his family was about
While he longed to know his roots.

Talking about him killed her
Her death would be for her child.
No hate could touch a mother’s astonishing love for a son
Who was easily denied.

Neither hate nor hunger could,
Only the absence of a father
Could horrendously lead
A child to its deathbed.
All she could ever tell him were
tales of a prodigal father.

Cried her child

A baby-daddy has
killed her son.