At five you walked out of my life
you deserted me liken to a derelict
so within my two years of healing
I cultivated and accumulated

Then when in this world I was seven
I did care for all the flowers
and in the morning
none could distinguish
dew from tears

Yes when I was seven
yes father I went to find myself
day and night I studied
just to show you father
That I was worthy of your love

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris