He left and there I waited up all night on those stairs. 9yrs old I knew no fear but I dreaded the thought of releasing my tears because I knew if I dried them he still wouldn't be there. He wouldn't be there to care.So I stayed on the steps and grew into a man; How I did that without a father I don't understand?
But then again here I am with these hands; wrinkled to the core my hands show no signs of youth, they grow weary and dry as time passes by. My wings of ambitions do...