Since my father left home
He hasn't come back and no word from him
His sheathed dagger and raffia bag moss grown
And hanging in his room,
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Poor son and Mother. Sad. Each time I ask, she covers a frown And finds another story to tell Still no story brings back my father. What makes the mother silent? perhaps the truth of shielding the son from the truth. and if there is no answer, then the only consolation is that the Mother and son are together. I am touched by this poem
Highly emotional and heart touching poem The child asking and mother excusing .