Streaming rivulets of silent tears
that only increase with the passing years;
a heartfelt yearning to stop the pain
wanting the hurt child to live well again.
Only death will cause this heartache to cease
and for tears to dry in the facial crease
of the devoted father who tends his son
from early morning 'til day is done.
A life laid down, 'tis a father's love
for a man-child who cannot live above
a life of being cared for and ever helped
every milestone earned and sorely felt.
Thus father and son walk gently together
knowing this journey won't last forever;
and in spite of the challenges that they face
their journey together is a walk not a race.....
I am sharing this post on dVerse poets today. The Link is:
https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/04/did-you-know-youre-in-my-circle/