Two Myles Alone

Dr. Myles and his wife,

Lived with their son on the hill,

Three Myles alone,                                         

Happy if you will.    

  

Fast forward three years,

Dr. Myles alone,

With his wife on the hill,

The son is gone.  

                               

Sad and alone,

The Myles did wonder,

What could've been,

If son we're still here.

Three years ago,

Before son left home,

Father embraced son,

"Good bye Jarome."

                                                                                   

With a tear in his eye,

Son said to dad,          

"You're a saint, "he said,

"Saving the weak,                                                       

Healing the lame."                             

    

To mother he turned,

With greif in her eyes,

She embraced her son,

For one last time.

Author's Note

It's been awhile. What do you get out of this poem?
Constructive criticism welcome. :)

Reviews

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Nice read, Just went through this myself.
My son just moved out a few months ago.. It was and still is hard.

[joshua deathdealer]

Nice read indeed.

[Raven Starhawk]

Tremendous skill has been displayed here in your calculating words.

[Larry Dyson]

hhhm ...rather disjointed..non-funtional family...maybe if they were extended..they would qualify as adisfunctional family...elephants abound...

[A Soap Mess Stories]

What a twist at the end, "For one last time..."