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
titian tints of summer yield
forgetting and embracing
wind and rain,
winter would come with shackles
a home,
citadel of seclusion
sphere light bulbs and ticking clocks
here you can contemplate
the different shades of life
and it’s own complex fate,
grey heart beats,
distilled whiskey poured in
glass streaked by fingers
that once touched face,
without silken words
she would return
and the fevered mind would clear
moments of indiscretion
reshape reform
music would attract,
moth like fluttering in her heart
and the once broken tongue
would speak again
healing a process
begun
when a thought becomes a fraction
divided into memory
and everyday fatigue
it settles not happy to remain
will divide again
into dreams and realization
long cerebral passageways
cluttered with electric snapshots
of a life lived long,
thinking was a process
started in the morning
after rinsing mouth and bathing
combed and prepared
opened the mind
some fractions found division harder
and became elongated spools
of tension and agitation
hands that tremor
ever so slightly
as sipping a glass of lemonade,
beneath this mass of
seething activity
normal had almost resumed
old fractions worked
looking at a photo album
your son found in the loft
other debris of a life in one place
gathered and divided
and will be when your
gone
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