Waiting Father

Some men call home
And talk to their mother for a while
The father sits nearby
Half listening to half a conversation

Neither father nor son
feels the yearning for their hearts to connect
but it is there.

At a younger age
the man may have done more
made himself ugly,
pushed his mother away.

But now,
he loosens his tie and says,
"I love him, but my father and I just arent that close."

And the father
having given what he can,
waits, for the son to come home.

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