Poem by Darlin Ruud

*My father's head* Have I seen it before? Too sad to live with guilt, Of not knowing how he looked like, Did he wear a smile always or, Was his face plumpy? Always sent in the world of linger, Too sad not even the neighbors, Ever got to see his face, It's more of self torment, How I wish to have seen, Even a sketchy image of him, He ought to have a moustache.

Darlin Ruud

Kenya, Africa