DANCE WITH MY FATHER (to the prodigal fathers out there)

DANCE WITH MY FATHER

We dreamt of a father who kissed his children goodnight

But woke up to the realization that

Our father barely stays home at night.

We pictured a father who took his children to school each day

But came to reality & realized our father leaves home before 5am.

Money indeed runs a home

And work generates that money.

But I wish those two would never come between us.

Of what use is money

When the home is unstable?

Of what essence are gifts

When love has grown cold?

Of what significance are lavish holidays abroad

When fatherly love has faded?

Of what need is a kingsize bed

When sleep is hard to come by?

We have a mother who wakes us up each day.

What we need now is a father who’ll kiss us goodnight.

You complained bitterly of your father, our grandfather

Who was never there for you.

Why are you making us see our grandfather in our father?

Where did we go wrong as children?

Where have we faulted as your family?

We want to grow with you, our father.

We want to hear you pray at the dinner table each day.

We want to laugh with you behind the TV screen every weekend.

We're desperate for our teachers to know we have a father.

We've grieved enough with our mother.

All we want from this day onward is to dance with our father.