"duckling" poems - Hello Poetry

My Sister, I Watched You Fall-2 My little nephew, I was sorry for your sorrows When the whims of your mother stormed your tomorrows You didn't know who your father was Or why the branches of your tree sagged its paws For you walked thru the halls of life mauled By a lost paw that grabbed your mind and sadness walled I could see it in your mind's eyes, the question marks Of why other families have fathers at the parks From the time you were a little child of two You would love to go with uncle to the zoo Then as the wheels in your mind started to click Seeing other kids with fathers, it made you sick You were young seedling lacking the nourishment The parts of the puzzle missing fulfillment But hear this, my little nephew, your uncle tried And ... at the mercy of your mother's whims, I cried We'd play the role of father and son Fish a dream, toss the past, paint some fun We'd **** weeds while wrestling through a reservoir of tears Aborted in time, a lake, two swans and a duckling in good cheers My nephew, I would take you around the world if I could But hear this you were never, never driftwood For I had spent as much time visiting you In absence of a fathers touch, you never knew I shed more tears today as I catch wind of your child For its teeth bites and gust of whims, again, run wild Do I offer congratulations knowing the lake is devoid Of future swans and a duckling, walled in my mind's void No. My nephew, I'm choked in tears that crawl On the face of the earth, I sprawl I thought you learned, child uncorked On wings of albatross and not the stork Logan Robertson 8/16/2018

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC

logan-robertson

My Sister I Watched You Fall-2

My Sister, I Watched You Fall-2 My little nephew, I was sorry for your sorrows When the whims of your mother stormed your tomorrows You didn't know who your father was Or why the branches of your tree sagged its paws For you walked thru the halls of life mauled By a lost paw that grabbed your mind and sadness walled I could see it in your mind's eyes, the question marks Of why other families have fathers at the parks From the time you were a little child of two You would love to go with uncle to the zoo Then as the wheels in your mind started to click Seeing other kids with fathers, it made you sick You were young seedling lacking the nourishment The parts of the puzzle missing fulfillment But hear this, my little nephew, your uncle tried And ... at the mercy of your mother's whims, I cried We'd play the role of father and son Fish a dream, toss the past, paint some fun We'd **** weeds while wrestling through a reservoir of tears Aborted in time, a lake, two swans and a duckling in good cheers My nephew, I would take you around the world if I could But hear this you were never, never driftwood For I had spent as much time visiting you In absence of a fathers touch, you never knew I shed more tears today as I catch wind of your child For its teeth bites and gust of whims, again, run wild Do I offer congratulations knowing the lake is devoid Of future swans and a duckling, walled in my mind's void No. My nephew, I'm choked in tears that crawl On the face of the earth, I sprawl I thought you learned, child uncorked On wings of albatross and not the stork Logan Robertson 8/16/2018