I was twelve when you left us
Only telling us that you'll find a job
We held unto it, clung in your promises
Waited for days for it to become real
But days became weeks
And weeks turned into years
We saw no trace of you returning
Like a bubble you vanished without warning
We became anxious
Confused on what we should do
Until mom and grandma decided
That we'll ask for help to make it through
So we started to walk different paths
Take different roads and find opportunities
Until we found aid in other people's homes
And live with them to feed our bones.
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Of Flowers That Withstand Storms
ŞiirA book that tackles human experiences, behaviour, ideas and sentiments and expresses it through poetry and creative writing.
