From Diary- The Lone Dweller Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Tho she wouldn’t let gaze a bit
Nor let palm mine- her skin stroke
Tho she’d gather stones two by two
And neath her pillow keep
Tho a pat woke her angst
And desires more- warmth sand
That thro her fingers dribble
Than be held or behold- me
Saw toys- her attention heed
And in far- she daily lived
Yet- she is from me
And seldom in cross desires
Likes that hungers a mother
To belong gaze her own
I wait by the gates
Or sneak thru her world
To invade my adversaries
But always- she comes screaming
And harming self- until return

Thru the park- she’d walk lone
And lured only sight a cream
It lured her from- too
For she called ma- everyone
That an Ice- Cream- held there

The way does- confound me
And strengthens me- patience
Today- the bulb is fine
Tomorrow- she hit head the wall
Protesting its presence
She little says and utter back- what heard
Sometimes- it maddens me
For I left all to with her be
As she is mine-
And in need me- I know
That if she wanders from- I shall tag
For she has none- but myself

Her father says- she do not exist
And has abandoned her- only me
He’d bequeath his attention- her brother
And not a word-to her say
He rebuke me- neglect my son
For all my attention is she
Watching and caring her- always
And her brother- I love
With hope his father tell of his sister-
For from him he hid her existence
And name me sick- to him- and all
But it do not deter me-
As she shall never tire me
For in watching her slumber- feelings forth
That renders joy- a mere
And valueless them- that thinks me sick
I let her in my hand then
And touch her face gently-
While she slumbers-
The strength to hold comes
And on her wake- my distance claim