It is unfamiliar in a known manner,
Like walking to a place away, long lost
Map is now truly not the territory,
Still your legs would carry you there.
It is yours yet, but not fully yours still,
Your very own child - mind its own,
You gave it blood, you gave it bones,
It grows its limbs, “unhook your finger”!
Not what it used to be - home and walls,
Streets, Air, Dust and the promised peace,
Perhaps it always was, but you were not,
No longer the beloved dad you once were.
(2011)