I do not understand this child
though we live together
In the same house for years. I know
Nothing of him so i try to build
up a relationship from how
He was when small.
Yet have I killed
The seed I spent or sown
It where
The land is his and none of mine?
We speak like strangers, there's no sign
Of understanding in the air.
This child is built to ms
desion
Vet what he loves I cannot share.
Silence surrounds us sould have
Hin prodigal, returning o
His father s house, the home be knew
Rather than see him make and move his world