Father to son

 I do not  understand this child 

Though we have lived together  now 

In the same house for years. I know 

Nothing of him, so try to build

Up a relationship from how 

He was when small. Yet have I Liked 

The seed I spent or show it where 

The land is his and none of mine?

We speak like strangers, there,s no sing 

Of understanding in the air. 

 This child is built to my design

Yet what he loves I cannot share.

Silence surrounds us. I would have 

Him father ,s house, the home he knew, 

Rather than see him make and move 

His world. I would forgive him too, 

Shaping from sorrow a new love. 

Father and son, we both must live 

On the same globe and the same land,

He speak. I cannot understand 

Myself, why anger  grows from grief. 

We each put out an empty hand, 

 Longing for something to forgive.