Father Weekend
Sitting
on blades of grass
which takes me to the sprinkler
he set for us in the yard.
Watching
offspring being given the sweetness
of the sugary affection from their daddies.
Too much makes the stomach sour.
Wanting
nuclear togetherness and fatherhood
lacked in sensitive times.
Reflecting
of events no more
they should spend some time
and make peace.
If there is any...
6/20/15
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