A father’s love

Poem twenty-two http://napowrimo.com
A son is carved from fathers love and
Moulded by his hate and indifference,
A mother watches patiently and aches.
Her arms grow weak from holding them up
and her back sore from their burden.
She weeps tears for a future that
though unwritten is set in stone.


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