Father, Dad, Old Man, And You Poem by Not Long Left

Peel back your mask of misfortune
Allow these eyes to linger upon your

frail features. Let these unworked hands
work themselves across your wrinkled

ripples. Tell me that you love me, reason
your absence with lenghy looks and sighs.

Lets talk of children how they've grown,
how I've become half of you. Replace

the most harrowing memory and eclipse
it with death. Silence means you care,

or that we were thrust together through
spontaneous passion of a life long long ago.

Your weakness is what I loved in you
I still see the smoke from that frozen field.