Father Of My Son Poem by Jayl Morris

Father Of My Son



Dark and cold it was,
very cold for September's center
In an alley, in a corner
huddled, all but naked against the brick.
Saw I, myself, cowed and beaten,
eyes closed hard from terror; fear.
My body shivered vainly as I drew nearer.
I paused to scan this hapless case.
But the night wrapped dark about us,
this alley little light had known.
My limbs are numb for the cold
The me I saw, was very, very old.
These tears have come straight from the heart
fearing the terror of the long cold night.
knowing no earthly relief, oh,
come the dawning, morning light

Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: coldness,dark,despair,father and son,fear,homelessness,introspection,remember,winter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
For myself, having been on occasion homeless, have had occasion to look back at the feelings, the fear, the liquid emotions that plagued me, and I suspect, many other formerly homeless citizens.
When I was out there, were you kind to me?
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