In ’55, a promise, so brave and bold,
Dad sailed to England, stories yet untold.
Leaving behind his partner and kids so small,
With a dream to reunite them, once and for all
In ’62, a plane ride, oh so high,
Sick we three were, up in that sky.
Dad met us at Gatwick, a tear in his eye,
To a new life we’d say hello to dad, and to mum goodbye.
To London Paddington, a place so far, cold and strange,
Our lives and our world had suddenly rearrange.
Coach to Manchester, it was quite a change,
Number 10, Warwick Road, our lives exchange.
A dad unknown, a mother’s love afar,
In this land, beneath a different star.
Yet, courage within, like a shining star,
We were expected to heal, to go so far.
Looking back now, it’s plain to see,
The journey we made, the family we’d be.
Black History, all year round, let it be,
Our story of strength, love, and unity.
