Received telegram

Authorities lied

Threw it away

Son had not died

Wanders streets

Each day same

Photo in hand

Calling his name

Three decades

Sun, rain, snow

Asking strangers

Seen this fellow

"My boy

Best of me"

Refuses to concede

Existence a memory

Continues search

Humming lullabies

Past, present, future

Haunt bewildered eyes

By Margaret Karim

From: United Kingdom