I met my godfather not long ago

The 12th of May is when i think it was

A churchgoing morning, the day he picked me

Only to drop me three months later

I know I could be difficult

But, I also know that isn’t why

He let me know he fathered another

And a week later, said goodbye

But why did you welcome me, godfather

When for me, you had no room

Why did you even pick me

If you were not to let me bloom

Or don’t you know that the desert that you are

Though vast, could never nourish a rose

Know that I’m still premature

If at all you aimed to nurture