Father as a fabric by Lekan Omoniyi


on the line, hung to dry;
   you, rag with shearing seams,
your trademark nap giving way
   to time. fibers forced out
of you, father, fine fabric
   that once adorned royalty
of time, fading as dye.

 tenderness is a pattern
in which your yarn was knitted.
   quite hard to see when starch
is what you were fed on.
   pressed upon now you shrink,
your elegant self soddened;
   the small tears remain unseen.

in what language
   does the needle of regret
reach to your very strands,
   when coursing through your past?
do you tear a little more?
   oblivious to stains
being a fabric thing

   and since you're rich in blots,
and us in vogue
   we tend the errs of present
with wealth from your past,
   hoping we ease into time
as boll eases into cotton-gin
   easing into finer fabrics.

Creative works (literature, art and culture) emerging from Nigeria.

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