We were children.
Didn’ watch the life,
We played it:
Dads taugt us to share, to give.
We loved easely like mums and didn’ forget our beloveds.
And learnt not to see the faults from white bearded cotton grandpas.
White scarfed cotton grandmas embroided smiles on our faces.
It was a big sin not to beleive one’s word.
Then, one day they left us.
As lost children.
Lost children that only other children can see.
Can you see us?