You are home son tired <br />You sprawl across, <br />fitting your legs out spread <br />sleep makes you less cross...... <br /> <br />peace has your features stolen.., <br />your cheeks hollowed out <br />tell me of your scant meals taken <br />your chin squared in determination..... <br /> <br />Dare me to criticize, <br />your stubble is in-kept <br />or so it is to my eyes <br />for it is untrimmed left..... <br /> <br />records and observations <br />submitted and done with.... <br />long into night sessions <br />shirt crumpled down the width; <br /> <br />tells most of the work, <br />was done across the hostel bed <br />Did you hasty catch the last bus back? <br />I smile and turn away trifle glad <br /> <br />Glad to cook and feed.... <br />My love, do you even realize <br />How for your presence I greed? <br />leaving go of you is only wise........<br /><br />malini kadir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-home-son/
