Eighteen stone <br />in a six-two frame, <br />encasing storm-stilling fury, <br />steel-tipped smiles and <br />wreaking-ball laughter. <br /> <br />Harbouring pain <br />rather than giving an inch; <br />pursuing only normality <br />for him and his. <br /> <br />Withholding himself <br />in the name of fatherhood; <br />too distant to chance <br />unmet ambitions. <br /> <br />Now thirteen stone <br />in a six-two frame; <br />beaten, cowering <br />morphine-distant <br />from all he ‘loved’. <br /> <br />Lost in fitful dreams - <br />then it comes, <br />the final withdrawal. <br />Too late for an answer now. <br /> <br />Eighteen stone <br />in a six-foot frame, <br />no model to follow, <br />but my own.<br /><br />Steve Jeff Page<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/son-s-lament/
