Where did he go we asked, with our silent voice

He left us high and dry, he loved her no choice

When the first ferry came, into the empty pier

They left with boxes, and memories from here

We were in school, when the quiet bell did ring

Home we went, and there was no food to bring

Mom was not well, and the flashing lights came

He never came back, from him hiding his shame

They lived far away, and never saw his young kids

Older adults we were, when the truth flips the lids

Every yearly on Father’s Day, our Mom got a card

She did her best raising us, I know that it was hard

These true memories, are forever in my own head

I thank you Mom, and I’m wicked tired going to bed