In the mother’s eyes who at first feels relieved
That all her children were with her during the time they were thieved
But then later starts to feel guilt because she wanted to go out to celebrate
And of all the days she just happened to choose, the wrong one to stay out late
Visiting each of her children in their rooms before they go to bed that night
To assure them that they would be alright
But when it’s bed time she’s still up writing down the missing belongings she thought would be ours to keep
And in the end she turned out to be too scared to go to sleep

In the eyes of the daughter who is brokenhearted
That all her prized possessions are now, from her; forever parted
Things she had worked hard for in order to receive
And to all her friends who ask she says, “I’ve lost them,” which is hard for anyone to believe
Not showing a face of melancholy, because her personality is ever so dignified
So she keeps it to herself that late that night she hugged her pillow tightly, trembled, and cried

In the eyes of the second daughter who was highly upset
Wanted to go out and take back all she could get
Shaking, in bottled up rage
So much so that to me, she could handle wild lions in a cage
She laid awake that night plotting and scheming
Of ways to catch that person and give him or her a beating
She played sick to stay home and put one of her plans in action
But she did not find any trace of either him or her
She prepared for school the next day despite
Going to bed disappointed for the rest of the night

In my eyes, the child who was supposedly “smart”
I felt that I should and could have done more on my part
Tired from studies I just wanted a break, but I am to blame too
Because of all the things I could have possibly done, but I just didn’t do
Like suggest we go home early, suggest we celebrate another day
Or maybe suggest we celebrate another way
Jot down a list of everything we owned
Maybe take a day off from school and protect our home
And yet all I could do was overflow my eyes with tears
And they still well up as I look back to those years
When I gazed deeply at the places our things were supposed to be
And all that I see now is a space, that’s so empty
Staring at the clock wishing I could turn back the hands of time
To get back everything that was lost to us and reclaim what was mine
I tossed and turned with the fear of sleeping tonight inside my head
And therefore I stood up all night on my bed
I went to school the next day, but I felt I left home too soon
Yet even so I forced and maintained a smile all day and afternoon

In the eyes of the son, who was also feeling helpless
Each day and each night he seemed so restless
That going to school each morning would have him so tense
Who knows how many times he was caught in suspense
Certain at least that next time he wanted to be home, our man of the house, but to us our little man
Trying hard to be tough, and stand his ground if that person ever dared to strike again
But I looked at him sleeping one night only to see dry tears that ran down his eyes
But when I tried to tell him what I witnessed he puts on that act and denies

It is at times like those that we need someone whom we can be close
At times like those is when we need a father the most