It’s time to ask, this dad of mine,
To set it straight, my wounds to heal,
What truly happened, to mum that Summer,
To walk away, from us her family.
For twenty long years, my life on hold,
Seeking answers to questions, to one dare ask,
Dad raised a family, my brothers and I,
Never wanting to say it, her name that is.
I’ve heard his tears, and seen his scars,
Each night he broke, his heart couldn’t sleep,
He wore a smile, to show he’s brave,
He worked two jobs, to keep us safe.
Each birthday a cake, each milestone was bliss,
Never hurting to show, the love he gave freely,
He wanted us whole, never lacking a mother,
He raised two soldiers, and I a nurse.
It was this Easter, within this pandemic,
I braved the cold, he’s now so old,
What truly happened? That made her leave?
He looked at me, and said “she’s still here.”
by Julius Fa