Father

I know a man

who brought me to life,

whose name I take with me

But he and I don't talk anymore,

he cut me so suddenly

I know a man

who sent me to school

and made sure I was fed

But now I don't know if he does care

that I sleep on a foreign bed

I know a man

who had three wives

and children, also three

But two of them, he failed to keep

like a fleeting memory

I know a man

who swore he'd protect

his eldest and only daughter

But now and then I start to doubt

if I ever really mattered

Photo: 'A Moment' by Cathal Mac an Bheatha