To A Daughter, From a Poet

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My daughter I was not born a poet

But I could feel something welling in my heart.

Sometimes it was like a song under rhythm of a drumbeat,

Something that slept deeply in my gut

It was like a song that

Forced me to read and write

To read each day and night

And learn much from a single sight.

This is poetry my daughter, and if you learn to see like that

You too, have become a poet.

Observe the times and write on your heart

Write what you see and don’t mind what is right

And when you begin to think in your mind

You will find in your heart is a faint sound

A sound of patience, a clock, the sound of time

Tick, tock, tick… now start to write the mind thinks in rhyme

Write on paper and share with a lonely heart

For the world will always be lonely till you learn all that

You know, you believed and you write.

from The Lonely Man's Song, Moffat Machingura
(Kindle Edition )