Ocelove
A story by LeonJah90


From the day I was born, they knew I was unique...

Maybe it was something about my eyes, or the way I tried to speak.

They told me I was special, I was gift from above...

I was presented to the world and they named me Ocelove.



My father did the hunting, whilst my mother cared for me…

We would snuggle in the corner, watching Ocelot TV.

We played and we laughed, we made sure we had fun…

Whilst my father worked hard, all day in the sun.



As time passed by, and we all grew older…

All my friends had moved on, and the weather got colder.

My parents stuck by me, and made sure I was ok…

They helped me through changes, and made me who I am today.



All my other Ocelot friends learned how to hunt for their prey…

Their fathers all taught them, they had fun along the way.

By my father wouldn’t teach me, he wouldn’t tell me why…

I got upset with his answer, and left with a sigh.



I walked and I walked, mile after mile…

Then I Remembered the times that my father made me smile.

I questioned what I was doing, was it right for me to leave?…

And the longer I stay out, the more they will grieve.



Was I being selfish? Should I return home?

It’s either say sorry to my parents, or continue to roam.

I debated for a while, all the emotions in my head…

I decided to turn back home, to my parents I had fled.

I ran all the way, I couldn’t wait to return…

To my mother and father, its their love that I yearn.

As I got closer and closer, I started to cry…

I could hear my mum singing my favorite lullaby.



I made it back home, where my mother was stood…

She was sobbing and broken, and covered in blood.

I told her I’m sorry, and asked her what’s wrong…

I know I’ve been gone but I wasn’t gone long.



She told me it’s my father, he’d been searching far and wide…

In his efforts to try find me, he was viciously attacked and died.

He didn’t want to lose me, he did everything he could…

To bring be back home safely, to protect my childhood.



She told me she held him, until his last breath…

She said he wanted me to know that he doesn’t blame you for his death.

She said his last words were that he loved you with all his heart…

He knows you’ll grow up to be loving and smart.



No matter how awful, how heartbreaking and sad…

The feeling of remorse, for the loss of my dad.

I’ve got to stay strong, and care my mother,

Our emotions are broken, but we still have each other.



I will go through my life, remembering my dad …

All the things he has taught me, and the love that he had.

The love for his family, my mother and I…

I know he is watching us, from up in the sky.