Solo Love
That I love you has never been enough,
child more me than I am,
son who claims my soul as his own.
Last night I held you as you cried
dry, shoulder-shaking tears
for the long disaster father
Who won't come again this year.
It has always been the same his excuses,
and you, so young, defending them.
Until now.
This time his excuses,
like my solo love,are not enough.
Copyright © Laura Wurzburger | Year Posted 2007
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