. . .

you were on foreign soil
Mom chose not to hurt you there
then the day of your arrival came . . .
i saw your soul’s sorrow for the first time

i still see you in my heart’s eyes
through the parents-room left ajar
how hard you cried sobbing all along
what i thought to have lasted for too long

Dad i now know more than ever before
what it means to have our fortress gone
i am after all on a desert void of any oasis to come . . .