I cried again..

Today,

I saw a painting

It was a painting I made of Dad

A silhouette of him,

With his back facing me

It was pretty and pithy

Smeared with sad tears

And splotches of mothers’ charcoal dusts

I remembered

I had cried painting it

I cried again..

Because, maybe if he was an angel I wouldn’t have painted him in black

I cried because, it reminded me of how heavy his steps were, when he walked out on us

I cried because, it reminded me of his cold stance when I and kidsis went to look for him at his office

Today,

I saw a painting

I cried again..

©Grace Okoliko

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