rollinboyo
Bluelighter
I saw my father cry today
little tear drops falling fast
his cheek lay resting on his hand
his head hung hunched with grief.
My mother offered kisses soft
even these lent no relief
instead his head sank deeper
he wept and would not speak.
Now I whispered to him, fearful though I felt
“father, who has harmed you,
what cause for this despair?
Please, I beg you, with me your troubles share.”
Slowly, meekly, his head began to rise
he looked into me, smiled then sighed
and I saw deep pools of sorrow
once masked, now revealed behind his eyes.
“My son” he said, and tender were his words
“Today I saw a flower, wilting in the breeze,
and beneath it, small but getting strong
a new green sprout, growing towards the trees.”
little tear drops falling fast
his cheek lay resting on his hand
his head hung hunched with grief.
My mother offered kisses soft
even these lent no relief
instead his head sank deeper
he wept and would not speak.
Now I whispered to him, fearful though I felt
“father, who has harmed you,
what cause for this despair?
Please, I beg you, with me your troubles share.”
Slowly, meekly, his head began to rise
he looked into me, smiled then sighed
and I saw deep pools of sorrow
once masked, now revealed behind his eyes.
“My son” he said, and tender were his words
“Today I saw a flower, wilting in the breeze,
and beneath it, small but getting strong
a new green sprout, growing towards the trees.”
