Nine months ago I had thought I had made a big mistake,
thinking that she was playing that it was fake.
Then she grew two sizes too big,
and the money I have worked for was no longer going on my rig.
The endless classes and the time with her back pain,
and me thinking silently it was all in vain.
It was three am when most of the world was asleep,
it was then he decided he was to come out in a heap.
We tried to do everything we had rehearsed so many months ago,
and me thinking I could have prevented this if not for my ego.
She screamed like some banshee or some insane being,
but there were no words for the birth I was seeing.
The tears in her eyes swelled with the hope too,
from the tender child that we held so true.
Years spread over our lives like peanut butter and jam,
and it was all documented with my tired finger and digital cam.
I shot the birth, the first step and so much more,
pictures that were laid out to show us all his actions done before.
Late at night when he rested his head to dream,
was the times we had to set his future on a promising seem.
He was going to go far beyond what we were ever meant to do,
and he was to trust God and family and what was really true.
We tried our best to try and give him the life we could only dream of,
for he was the only gift from up above.
Now 17 years ago from this faithful night,
I had witnessed the most beautiful sight.
I gaze at his bed hoping that he will come home this one time,
and for God’s sake no cop telling me of another crime.
Where did I go wrong what did I ever do,
son tell me please where did I fail you.
