My Father

My father’s face I’ve never known, I dreamt he was sailor who sailed over the great blue seas and 
that one day he would come back to  look for me.


 He never found me, I don’t know if even cared .


 Every time there was knock on the door , I always thought he was there. 


 I wonder if he sees who I am today. I wonder if he’d know how to take my pain away.


 A single tear rolls down my cheek, a hug from him would be so sweet. My father is a faceless man,     with just a wrist watch on his hand.