Mephobia

By Hayden Pearton

Do you like autobiographies filled with life-changing events, death-defying tales and powerful personal achievements?
No?
Well then Mephobia is just what you need!
Chronicling the first 30 years of Hayden Pearton's love, loss and Labradors! So if you want to read 30 brand new poems written by a South African independent author, poet and physiotherapist, check this out!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hayden Pearton
• Release date: Mar 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005235420

Hayden Pearton

Hayden Pearton is an independent author, physiotherapist and all-round good guy.He is humble beyond compare, and if you can believe that, you can believe anything.He started writing when he was eighteen and hasn’t stopped since.

Book preview

-1991-

I was conceived on Ascension Day.

Yeah, I wish I didn’t know that either.

*

Where does life begin?

Is my existence a sin?

For one who would shake the world

A grand story just unfurled

A spark, a wisp of something more

A seed is planted at the very core

What lies ahead for this tiny sprout

Will he grow to be a strapping lout?

Perhaps a master of ball and word

Come now, don’t be absurd

For his life is still unknown

There, in the womb alone

He could be anything and all

Or he could fail and fall

But blame not the parents eager

For life is life, whether mighty or meagre

All they sought was a bit of fun

I’m sorry mom, this is your oven’s bun

No drinking or joy for at least a few weeks

No pleasant mornings or climbing peaks

But don’t worry, mine will be the last

After this, your pregnancy days are past!

And dad, one final tip…

If you didn’t want three kids, snip snip snip!

The Glorious Arrival

-1992-

The prophecy of Clearblue foretold of my coming.

Worship me!

*

40 weeks you’ve waited for me

I long, I desire, I want to be free!

You’ve endured the morning sickness and swelling awful

Surely those curses cannot be lawful!

And now we sit on the edge of glory

Come mother, write the prologue of my story!

Just a scant few hours and we’ll be fine

So let’s aim for Eleven O’Nine!

The staff are all probably rushing to and