To my father,
I grew up convincing myself that, I have a dad,
I used to be positive my heart says, don't be mad,
I still remember everything too well,
The day you bid your goodbye, a painful farewell.
I was seven years old when you left me,
That same day, I told you what I want to be,
You answered back, “you'll be a great lawyer someday—
“Just strive and don't forget to pray.”
I listened to every piece of your wisdom,
Asking myself where did they came from,
If your words of wisdom are as true as you,
Then, why did you leave us after saying, I love you?
I heard sobs from her room, mom was crying,
I hurriedly approached her and comforted her by means of kissing,
She said, you left us for another woman,
Now, do you even deserve to be called as a man?
This poem is dedicated to: HeraAnais and KalilaHallel
