To My Son

July 11, 2015 - Poetry

I see you.
Do you see me.
What do you see?

I hear you
But you don’t speak.
What do you say?

I touch you.
You shrink away.
What do you feel?

I reach out.
You reach out.
We don’t connect.

You cry.
You are sad
And lonely.

I cry.
I want to
reach you.

You cry.
I cry.
I love you.

I cry
You cry.
You love me.

Somehow
Someway
I want to be your Daddy.

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