One Poem by Thompson Emate

 

Mirror

As we go up the ladder,

Sometimes we ponder,

Who have we become?

Who do we mirror?

As I grow older, I see streaks of discolouration on my skin,

Those that I saw on my father’s feet as a child,

Am I a piece of him?

Or am I just a flowing stream?

My father sees farther in the still of the night,

With these eyes, he opens the door to the light,

I seek redemption,

Am I an extension of his boughs?

My father has a great love for nature,

He believes it ameliorates our inner stature,

I follow his footsteps,

Am I a skyward lift of his architecture?

Despite I want to be me,

Sojourn across my sea,

A part of me mirrors some of my father’s qualities,

A part of me yearns for some of my mother’s gifts.

Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. His work can be seen in Poetry Potion, Poetry Soup, Visual Verse, Written Tales magazine, Writer Space Africa magazine, ScribesMICRO, Borderless Journal and elsewhere. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.