Do you remember the father?
An army of dads in the past,
Raising children, building, changing.
In the present, one.
Where are the rest?
Where did they go?
Why did their strong arms, gave way? NO.
This is not the way,
Mums don’t split,
The place he left,
Is empty, admit.

If you love your kids,
Their forehead you kiss,
Don’t let them in half,
Choose dads that won’t miss.