Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Sons

I sat with you for the first time
in the light of an alien shore

I loved you more just then
with your whispers and prayers
when you looked up to see her
streaming through the high-up glass

And the things that you show me
without words is a grace that breaks my heart

We both lost someone and the world
knows of such things, what dies
and what is revealed, how I can hold
your hand that once held me

A father teaches his son how to cry in the end


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