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Sep 2021
I was there and I was screaming.
While dying, I saw you, my father, you were abroad.
But I know my mother so well,
She travelled overseas,
I was killed finally in her country.
And, her doctor said, “Be more careful
From next time, this is quite a late abortion”.
I was there and then I started to be destroyed,
It was like a cell by a cell…
The suction and curettage method, they say.
Now I am in the heaven as every soul
Belongs to the God. He is here. Eternal Love.
I am innocent.
I am waiting for you, my parents,
I know that you were not married finally
After what happened.
You live in your families
And play your social roles, of parents as well,
But sometimes you think of each other and
About me. Who would I have been?
A boy? A girl?
I will not tell you now.
What would our life together have been?
“Different; maybe better, maybe worse, but different”,
My mother wrote to my father after 13 years of silence.
I will meet you maybe one day.
I know you have suffered a lot.
I have forgiven you.
I know your economic status was low and...
It was almost impossible to make me live.
I am waiting for you in the heaven.
God bless you and God bless all.
Your child.

P.S. Please, do not turn off the light in your life. I love you. I am like a little dog in a lonely house. But I am not lonely although I am waiting for you.
Written by
Dawid Butryn-Neubauer  40/M/North Karelia
(40/M/North Karelia)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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