Mother
You taught me
love is a woman across the room
reading, you yearn for her attention
she doesn't want you
be careful, she'll obliterate you with her words
gaze at her and feel the emptiness grow inside

Father
you taught me
love is, a man angry from work
don't bother him, he is stressed and hungry
he is busy with great works
he is to be seen, not spoken to

He
I see you, want your attention
Sometimes you give it, what a rush
Mostly you have your great work
You have other more important things
on your mind
I can never compete
I yearn for you
I am afraid of your rage
the pattern is complete