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Everyday is my fathers day
The invisible man who taught me the meaning of loneliness
Taught me the sting in unrequited love
Taught me that material things can sit around my empty heart
That the moon is his sun
That the house is our isolated souvenir of the work you bled and sweat for us
The man who broke my heart before it started beating
The man who never was

Every breath is my mother??s day, month, year
Time is no measure
Heart cannot contain
What he denies she gave without a thought
She is my martyr, my light, my queen
The sun that dims the moonlight
The water that cools and heals, running down my wounds
Little does she know, I live in her and she in me
Her happiness is mine and mine hers
Her road I walk, her face I wear
Her tears I shed, her life I follow
Her sacrifice I bear

I see my face in theirs
Disappointment, resolve
I am the thread to weave or to pull apart
Can oil and water truly be one
Nature's amusement is the misery
Of one walking in the desert in shoes that just weren't made to fit

We walk, to somewhere better, we walk still

Luv it Minata! 🙂