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A son grows up and makes amends. |
| Father and Son I waited at the gate discreetly did I have the right to enter when I had not been there for all those years? all those solitary years alone he waited patiently holding benefit of the doubt for his son, close to his heart year after year in loneliness in utter loneliness he waited for my maturation… he waited and waited and waited I was slow to gain awareness But I finally understood, I finally understood. the leaves crunched beneath my feet I stood in sorrow at my father’s grave “You did the best that you could. Please forgive me, Father. Please forgive me.” |