The Singer Poem by eluin estel

The singer walked up to the gate
Of the house he loved so well,
Knowing his mother would not be late,
He did not ring the bell.

His mother ran down the instant she heard
The gate open with a squeak,
She hummed joyously like a bird
As she opened the door of teak.

He gave his mother a bear hug,
And as emotions filled his heart,
He wore an expression so content and smug
Until they broke apart.

'It's good to have you back'
'You know, I cannot but agree,
But as usual, the welcome does lack
My father greeting me.'

Outside his father's room he stood
To see him lost in a file,
He knew this workaholic could
Only be resting awhile.

The father looked up to view his son
And gave him a tiny smile,
Saying, ” It’s good to see you back son'
He went straight back to his file.

The singer expected that,
But decided he'd had enough,
Upon his father's table he sat
Feeling that this would be tough.

'Dad, could I tell you something? '
He slowly and softly said,
'Sure, go ahead, I'm listening',
He replied, without lifting his head.

'I need you to do me a favour- just one'
'That depends on the thing.'
'Dad, could you at least once,
Please listen to me sing? '