Son's Lament

Poem By Steve Jeff Page

Eighteen stone
in a six-two frame,
encasing storm-stilling fury,
steel-tipped smiles and
wreaking-ball laughter.

Harbouring pain
rather than giving an inch;
pursuing only normality
for him and his.

Withholding himself
in the name of fatherhood;
too distant to chance
unmet ambitions.

Now thirteen stone
in a six-two frame;
beaten, cowering
from all he ‘loved’.

Lost in fitful dreams -
then it comes,
the final withdrawal.
Too late for an answer now.

Eighteen stone
in a six-foot frame,
no model to follow,
but my own.

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