I had barely started school 

In broad daylight, he left

Felt stuck and burdened 

By his very own offspring, 

But does one get to choose?

Like an expectant mother, 

I waited for he who sired me 

My first role model then

I would learn how to be a man

His approval meant the world.

Still, I waited eagerly, that he’d come 

And fill my longing desperate heart

Witness as I  win the  championship, 

My wedding and holding my firstborn

Help me pick out my first car.

About to throw in the towel,

He actually called, the other day

From the blues, unexpectedly

In search of his grown-up kids,

After thirty long-awaited years

My search is over,  all over

But how do I meet this stranger?

Will I recall this unfamiliar face?

What shall I say? Where do we start?

None should  face such a dilemma.