Do you believe that light will guide you home?
Do you believe that your destination will take you home?
Do you think you will still find that home you claim?
That home you rejected at the time it needed you the most,
The home you clearly disregarded and disrespected.
The home you painted black and designed blue? Which home?
I recall the effects your name had on us. Father is back! We all say but with a sad face.
Father is out!! We all say giggling like kids,
Father is gone! We all whispered with a heavy heart.
Happy, of course you were, knowing you left us to wander around looking for you.
Delightful, We grew, learnt and built a unique home. Thus, the journey was worth it.
Alive we all made it and successful we conquered the trials.
You can't just show up and claim a rebuilt home,
We got a new father, not just a name called Father, but the head, the pillar and the leader.
And I guess you got nothing, Indeed you reap what you sow.

© Mary Abdullah