Dad left home some 24 months ago
With the intent of serving the country
A brave man with good intentions
That was the prefix to our conversations
Until I wrote and didn't get a reply
Mum got fidgety
I'd always catch her sobbing
Finally, I heard they'd be coming home
Mum watched me make a placard with Dad's favourite color
I wore my best dress
Everyday, for five days
Going to the airport.
I saw other Dads
But, not mine.
I guess he doesn't like home too.