Treasure Island

Caleb Tukahiirwa

(03-04-1990 / kisiizi)

My Son


My dear long gone son
You went away, away from home
But i won’t ask why, not now
I am waiting to see you come back
Dreaming of the day you will return
How it will feel with you in my arms
When you return where you belong,
-i wait on, son.

My dear long gone son,
Worlds, places you have walked.
Seen, eaten and heard many things
Been cheated, lied to, beaten, laughed at,
You are tied and thirsty for rest
I prepared a thirst quenching drink
It is on the table when you return;
- i wait on, son.

My dear long gone son,
Many mistakes you say to have made,
You’re alone, made an outcast by mind;
Every one seems to have abandoned you
No son, they are all here, home at peace
We prepared your room, made your bed
Just like you always wanted it to be
-we wait on, son

My dear long gone son
I write to you this poem, a love note
Come see this blessing that i found here
We found peace, a family, love and life
All i couldn’t give you is here, son
Son, i wait on-.

Submitted: Sunday, June 20, 2010

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