My Son...

perhaps
sunrise must have come too early
you did not arrive
we waited

we wanted the sunset
to come later but it did not heed us

it came as scheduled
Nature did what i had to do simply

my son
you did not arrive and soon
we shall return to the same place
where you and i
reside

are you still there?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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