FATHERING THERAPY, IN THE MIND OF MY FATHER (AN EXCERPT)

This is a poem I’ll forever treasure. I wrote it together with a very good father, being one who always wondered about my real father who I never got the chance to meet, I took a tour with Nana Awere Damoah into his thoughts in the grave. What a beautiful poem we came up with, this is just an excerpt.

“AMOAFOWAA:

He was nowhere to be found

I grew never spending his pound

I heard he lived so profound

But he was in the mortar of hypertension pound

His thoughts were buried where it could never be found

He has joined the earth

And so my thinking wheel sets forth

Nana, I want to get into his head

Through your head

Do you ever think he’d have been proud

To have a seed growing in another part without his Midas touch?

 

NANA:

A  father  never  loses  his seed
Even  though  he  may  not  pay  heed
Certain  I  am  sure  he  never  forgot
Even  from  afar,  even  abroad
Why  he  kept  away
Why  he  reached  out  not
Who  but  God  alone
Can  say
One  thing  surely
I  can  say
A  father  never  forgets…”

Nana Awere Damoah and Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.