August nineteen ninety four --
He got to see his child.
First time he saw a light,
That had long gone out of his sight.
Daddy came home to pick up his son
For a 'visit'
With all the agreements signed.
He found mommy dear near the door:
"Don't enter the house",
Said she.
And a home to Daddy
It was no more.
"You can pick up your stuff
At the door".
Bending lower
He picked up the pieces
Of what was `his'
Yanked away from
What was his life.
Running came the child
With a brush in his hand:
"Daddy's toothbrush!
Daddy's toothbrush!"
He turned around and saw
His baby holding the Blue Brush.
"Get inside!
THAT is community property."
Yelled mommy
As she snatched the brush away.
He thought he would die
As he caught the glimpse --
Of his child sobbing
Being pulled out of his sight.
INDOlink
Poetry