Thieves

The creation of home was a wise concept
But the thieves meandered through
Tipping the balance

Before my defences were mature
They stole something from me
They raided our home

Up I grew
Embracing many pseudos
Sprouting weeds here there

Mother loves
Mother gives
Mother endures
Mother does all

Father strikes
Father demands
Father leaves
Father does nothing

So you see?
They stole something from me
Long before I could say Dada

They made away with his smile and compassion
Eroded his tenderness and commitment
Obscured his interest

They looted for long
But not long enough
For times and seasons happened

The era of knowledge descended
I traced my descent
I rediscovered my origin

What I lacked, grandfather supplied
What they broke, he replaced
What they wounded, he healed

Hedge in place
Balance restored
I bloom like thousand flowers