I rarely saw my father
he was the fifth pillar in the house of god
a false reassurance
I saw him on sundays
we met on the fields behind the chapel
under the sun's rays,
and god's disappointed gaze
disappointed-
with what went through my mind
and because father didn't know- he was so very blind
so,
mother touched her lips to my forehead every night
and father gave an (e)iris every sunday
prayed for my future to be filled with light
not knowing I was my own future's blight
