Secrets of a mother

Secrets of a mother

She would not say it

When I quizzed her

Nagging her to tell who my father was

She could let me ask about his name

Nor to speak of who his name was

To ask for his description

She would spit on the ground

Then sternly chide my folly curiosity

Who is my father I would ask

Rather who was my father harped

How did you meet him?

Where did you meet?

Did he love you?

Did you love him too?

More questions about my sire

I would loudly bark at her

Younger then was I and inquisitive

What happened to the one who sired me?

Why did he decide to be absent from my life

Was I the reason he could not stay with you

That he chose to be a ghost in my life

Did he run away from responsibility

Was it fear of catering and raising a family?

Or was it he was ambushed

Deceived into a loveless union

Deaf she was to all my questions

Master at evading such question she was

Pretending not to hear she would change stories

Instantly she would look distracted

Indifferent to my talk she would hum

On her sewing machine, she would dodge my queries