By: Wendy Shywalker

" I can't find the words " I say out loud,
but I have hundreds that are screaming out in my mind.
" Why? How? Is this real? Are you real? "
but there is one that shouts the loudest for me to hear
" Why didn't you find me? I needed you Pop "
" The only thing that has changed is your eyes " I say.
Look at me Pop, Look at me.
Do you see me?
Do you see I am not the same Peter anymore.
All your dreams for a Shaolin Son went up with our home.
Went up with the flames that burnt so deep that I still smell the smoke,
I still hear the cries of the dying.
Your Shaolin Son died with them that day.
A new son was born at that moment, and the orphanage began my new training.
I learnt well Pop.
I learnt this world, the world that you showed to me on day trips,
from the Temple is a cruel place, as cruel as the flames that ate our lives.
So I adapted to survive. To survive pain and the loneliness
I adapted to life with out you.
And now here you are, I watch you breath, I watch you live.
You exist, you are no longer a memory.
A memory a boy carried like a torch and all those words and all those
questions
Can wait because:
I have you.
I can touch you.
I can see you.
More than all that
I can tell you I love ..Pop.