father see’s a mothers red tears
embrace and hold
together as one
a son’s anger,
quick flash phosphorous
explosive and regrettable
yet change occurs
a fathers eyes,
become so different
lens of caution
draws over cornea
digging hands in pockets
remaining apart
unsure of the person
he helped create,
yesterday would not be
recovered,
it was hauled
into the dark subconscious
stored in a file
tentative regeneration
but there would be
a difference now

 

 

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Comments
  1. This is so close to the heart for me. My youngest son had some very challenging times in his late teenage years that ultimately tore us apart. I believed I could help him yet the wedge between us was unyielding.

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