Fear

Fear

There is a muddle

Of short boys and tall girls,

I look out for my son –

‘I will be here for you, dad’, he promised once,

The afternoon Sun glances through the leaves of the island

Like a sweet trance it dissolves in time.

I wakeup in sweat –

Did it ever happen? Or is it my nightmare?

I try to remember his lullabies,

I scamper through the rooms,

His uniform hangs in the corner – I falter,

My child is lost in a man.