The Lost Child

I do not understand this child Though we have lived together now for years I know nothing of him, The seed i spent or sown it where The land is his and none of mine? We speak like strangers What he loves i cannot share There's no sign of understanding in the air Silence surrounds us. I would have him progidal, return to his father's house The home he knew Rather than see him make and move his world I would forgive him too, Shaping a new love, We both must live on the same land. He speaks and shouts, i cannot understand myself. Why anger grows from grief. We each put out an empty hand, Longing for something to forgive.