Family Poem by Anisa Tara

There are children who want parents
And parents in search of their young
Their songs never meet in mid-air
All their sorrow is far from done

There are little girls in grown women
In search of a father's heart
Fathers who call for a lost brood
Both perpetually torn apart

There are men in ill-fitting shoes
Longing for a mother's hand
Mothers with buried sons
A pain that knows no end

There are sheep and their lambs
Orphaned by one another
Oh, for a home to call my own
A shepherd to call me beloved