a conversation

father and son

As usual

Dad drops me at the bus stand

And before I leave,

Is begun 

in earnest , a conversation

that avoided me and him

throughout my vacation...

 

He starts off with the relatives struck by sickness, old age 

 And those who have fallen into evil ways

 

 Turns to the debt , ever increasing 

 And finally, about my job, 

My marriage and my brother's education..

And then there is another he doesnt know 

how to begin

 

 

 

As usual

I disagree with him 

On everything I agree and disagree

As I have, ever since i turned twenty 

 

He wants to understand

I love to be obscure

 

He keeps talking 

while I am silent 

 

 

 

He doubts if that is dislike

But it could be just evading

 

 From acknowledging our love

which needs me to loosen up...

 

 And smile a little

 But smiling is awkward and

 

 I can't afford it..

 

 I would rather prefer 

 to be serious...

 

 

 Through the window, I look at his glasses

 Refelecting the sadness of a 

 Little old sparrow 

 Hovering over its nest 

 with a broken wing 

 

As father becomes son and son 

is plain, confused...

 

 

 

 

I tell him I will call on 

Reaching safe

 

And there it ends

Reviews

[mou]

a picture of everyone's life. well written..