Finding fathers
It was pre planned, before
you arrived they, decided,
In secrecy, hiding behind
a veil of, who knew best?
Yet to stop neighbours
gossiping rule they abided,
Henceforth my time, was
always put to the test,
Though I was for the
asking, until I was blue,
Stonewall silence I met,
at each, and every turn,
Family and friends,
denying all they knew,
Avoided any and all
mention, my desire burned,
Wondered, if somehow you
knew I existed,
Did anyone tell you, I walked
this planet earth?
My annoying questions, was
how I persisted,
To no avail carried on,
heavy of heart,
Knowing a past life will, find
a way,
To make a noise in the
present time,
An idea, a question,
little or nothing to say,
Triggers fear for those
who thought, all to be fine,
Information passed from
one to the next,
Like subversives, on any
border, cruising,
Word of mouth, no paper
trail, no hidden text,
Nice thoughts, yet feeling
all the while, losing,
Yet time and tide wait for
none,
And both time and tide
have, surely turned,
A million questions, a
million, plus one,
And into the past, once
more, we are hurled,
Her account? His version?
circumstances untold,
No more vague response, to
who or why?
Answers to a past, and a
future to unfold,
From conception, I never,
you, denied.
