I saw mom cry,
And dad desperate to pretend dry,
A child, still five,
Left in a hostel, unknown.

The warden was mild, even caring
Which I found surprising.
It found new names,
But it wasn’t home.

Mom called a week later,
Dad’s laughs made me feel better,
Their querie, an endless line,
I pretended to be fine.

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A decade passed by,
Of barely months at home,
Being okay was no longer a pretence,
I began to remember them by their absence.

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