YOUR ROOTS
Where do I start to write and begin?
It all started out when I saw a beautiful girl with hairpins,
Something in her eyes told me she was the one,
That’s how both your lives started to begun.
I have to thank the Golden Arches and your grandmother,
In life, you go after the things you need as I didn’t want another,
Did you know that girl with pins in her hair?
Is your mother of which we are the perfect pair.
When you get older you will find your own soul mate,
It will be someone who you will always love and never hate,
Your mother is my best friend as we went on many dates,
That’s where you both get your personalities and traits.
How can I explain what true love is about at an early age?
It’s like reading your favorite story and your missing a page,
You will be upset and wonder what happens next?
I’ll explain to you that love story from my own text.
Your Mom and I always wrote letters
We would write down and express our thoughts,
This would make us feel a whole better,
I wrote “Just in Case” as I was missing her as I sought.
That was the first poem that I wrote,
Now there are over 155 poems that I tote,
They will explain the last 10 years,
But mainly the last four years leaving my family and lair.
I always knew that your Mom was taken,
It happened in June 2011 after I was awaken,
They wanted to see if I could trust another person,
But the duplicate phony eyes were a feeling of desertion.
When you are both older you will understand,
How both your Mom and I left each other hands,
But I also hear her cry because she is sad,
That I could not be part of your lives as your Dad.
What is like not growing up with a father figure?
I hope it doesn’t cause problems or something bigger,
This all happen since I choose your mother over a dream career,
I made the right choice even though I live in fear.
Sometimes in life it gets very frightening,
Sometimes a storm comes with powerful lightning,
But If you believe, the next day will be magnificent,
You will appreciate how much our family meant.
Now let’s get back where your Mom and I originated,
She studies teeth and I study numbers as we dated,
So when you go to the dentist think about your mother,
Or when you see numbers think about your Dad and not another.
When your Mom and I left each other side and fingertips,
I imagine it would be a short period but my heart started to rip,
That’s when a year passed by and I wrote “Stillness”,
It’s about survival, like if you are all left alone in the wilderness.
I would have to adapt and learn my new environment quick,
Or I would have spent most of my time in the hospital being sick,
But I could feel your Mom’s spirit and it gave me assurance,
She would always be with me even If I felt deterrence.
Then I wrote the poem “Denise” it was about her teenage years,
It included a couple secrets for the investigation if anyone cares,
But mostly it was a fast track of our lives and how I felt,
I was worried for her sake as my heart started to melt.
I started to write an untitled letter to the government,
I never sent it, since the would think I was crazy and bent,
If I recall correctly, I was admitted to the psyche ward,
That’s when I realize, my writings would become my sword.
I remember just having a dull pencil and a scrap paper,
I wrote “Hospital” as I couldn’t go outside to smell fresh vapours,
No one would tell me where your mother was at,
I knew perhaps this would be longer as they unveiled the facts.
“All of You” was a poem that had lines in the same perfection,
It’s about your Mom looking into my eyes seeing her reflection,
I like the poem “If I Could Be Beside You”, as I needed Denise,
I promise myself, I would always look for her until she is release.
I don’t know why I wrote “On The Rocks”,
It was about a dream about someone giving me advice,
She believed in me while we sat and talk,
I think it was your Mom who was very nice.
Then “Wonder” was written down on the page,
I was imagining what she was doing all this time,
As I waited this to come to an end as I was in rage,
But I knew we had to catch the accountants for this crime.
The next poem is one of my favourites and the best.
It was called “Blossom”, it was how I was in a car ride,
I had a feeling it was your Mom as she was put to the test,
If it was true, it was memorable like her being a bride.
Finally, I wrote about both of you, named “Laughter”,
I’ll I could hear is giggling and smiling that I was after,
I am sorry, I know there are doubles of each one of you,
At first, I thought it was remarkable, as only a few knew.