I visited an orphanage home

They rushed at me and said, Tell us uncle,please tell us, The joy of being owned, Tell us what's a home? I raised my brow to the sky, But its place was too high, So,I held the details in a sigh. The truth of a home is the - suicide note a frustrated father left behind after exceeding his debit limits. & a mother that sold her son to feed his siblings and abandoned him to the tartness of his sour fate. I wrapped all these in a sigh & said--Home is sweet. Tell us more uncle, What's parental care? What's a hug? What's mother's warmth embrace & What's father's soothing words? I breathe heavily this time & said, They are the most pleasurable things. "Take us home uncle,all of these,we want to feel" ion have a home too-i replied. I'm an orphan too, We're all orphans picturing what is it to own a home. ©Fadairo Tesleem