LOST (for Poetry Jam)

There was a father
he loved his children
he worked day and night
to make their future certain
They needed to have wealth
so he believed
that they would not suffer the poverty
of his own childhood.

His children asked for toys and treats
“there’s no money,” he always complained,
“for rainy days, they have been saved.”
There was no time together
no movies, no restaurants
family time was nothing
but silly maudlin wants.

The children asked for his affection
he could not spare a hug
such a display of weakness
was not a father’s job.
Tenderness had no use
but to spoil a child
so he spared the carrots
and doled out the rod.

He would give them education
a roof over their head
a successful (rich) future
they would have what they need
that was enough
so he believed.

There is a father
living in a big house, all alone
Now he has the means
and he has the time
to satisfy the desires of his children.
But,
the sons and daughters are now all gone
raising children of their own
making sure the latter have the life
they have never known.

Father and children
what bonds hold them
apart from duty and blood?
Could they look back in time
then find love?

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For POETRY JAM

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