The lamp of the bright life had darkened. <br />When my father life was taken by God. <br />It was the darkest moment ever <br />experienced by my mother and family. <br /> <br />We are family of ten. I am the eldest. <br />That time I was twenty years of age. <br />A new graduate and has no job yet. <br />My mother's teary, query eyes was on me. <br /> <br />I saw in her eyes what she meant <br />sickly diabetic mother, ten children <br />with five years old as the youngest. <br />Thats a lot to feed in one day and on. <br /> <br />I was dumbstruck. Like in a black cloak <br />on my face with small hole to peep. <br />I have to visualize the future. Survival <br />I have to toil and family to take care of. <br /> <br />In storm of life we are in. We should get out. <br />I step up, step in to my father's shoes. <br />And walk to search the sunshine of hope. <br />Then I took the road across the ocean. <br /> <br />From east, to west end road sunshine I found. <br />At that side of the world I got the decent job. <br />Earnings, enough to pay my mother's <br />health bills and family expenses. <br /> <br />Finally time came, self sacrifices paid off. <br />My brothers and sisters finished college. <br />Load to my shoulders time to unload <br />That's I think of, but I can't. <br /> <br />Poverty in my native land, social cancer of sort. <br />Still I have to run, carry the load to bear. <br />To take the shoes off? Nay. Still to wear, support. <br />I have conscience, a heart, I care.<br /><br />Ency Bearis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-father-s-shoes/
