He is my father, yet
He does not know me:
He is surprised
When in answer to his query
About the work I do,
I tell him I am retired.
He still sees me
As a young woman.
He is my father, yet
He does not know me.
He is surprised
When in answer to his query
About when I left,
I tell him I've lived longer here
Than in my native land.
He is my father, yet
He does not know me.
He regrets deeply
To have missed seeing me
Growing up, 'Twas his choice
Now it's too late.
He is my father, yet
He does not know me.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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