I felt I was always gliding on the smooothness of her voice
but
there was a certain apprehension in that delicate voice of
hers this one time
when she broke the news to me
But my euphoria quickly overlooked it;
All I could picture and dream of was the thought of seeing.
touching and playing with the replica and extension of my being.
But my dreams were disrupted by reality
She'd
aborted
my
kid!
It took she and I to sow life into her womb
But she and her democratic right brought an abrupt end to a
life which hadn't even started to give it's first cry of freedom.
It took one moment to create,and yet another unforeseen
moment to destroy.
Is it better to have never seen or
To have seen and loose sight of what you saw?
Would her mind have changed had her eyes beheld what science
can't duplicate naturally
but was natural for man to appreciate?
Bathi indoda ayikhali
But how else should one express the thoughts of the first
fruits of SHATTERED fatherhood?