The Missing Figure

Look it’s a baby girl

In a room full of people

Tears and smiles that they all share

Moments no one can ever forget

But still, that missing figure

Growing up 7th birthday

Making promises that was not fulfilled

Promised to take his youngest baby out

Nowhere to be found with his child

Trying to brush off the feeling

Year after year the same thing happens

Disremembering him showing his face

Every moment thinking him to call

But yet, Nothing happens

What to think Now?

Now fifteen years later

In the cards he sees no evil

But it’s three of us

Two of daddy’s girls and one mama’s baby

Showing how fond I am towards the girls

Everyday growing brave

Only a single parent there to support

Think no memory of Brian H.

One parent working hard for me

And the other out on the corner getting locked up

A cold misty night

The streetlights had been on

The missing dark figure shows

“I miss you dear child”

But I see no one there

A tall 6’4” figure

Not midnight black but a chocolate brown

Curly hair shorter than his right sock

Tan pants baggier than his stomach that hangs

And boots that fit him well

Tears falling harder than raindrops

The heart that races

The eyes that swelled

Small body, still of shock

But, the mouth that says nothing

“Come here child and listen to me”

Not everyone will be there for you

Remember those who care

Shatter with kindness who doesn’t

Cherish the good moments that you have with them

I cry to my two best friends

Knowing they are always a shoulder to lean on

Words that are glued to the mind

Facing forward, never look back

But yet, The missing figure