A sickly child lie <br />frail on the sofa in the living room. <br />A knock on the door, <br />His mother opened. <br />The man who entered the child knew it was his father. <br />Whose child is this? <br />“It is your youngest son” his mother said. <br />The children in the street <br />all had a father; the child had waited for him. <br />But his father ignored him, <br />gave chocolate to his sister and brother, <br />then he drank from a bottle, <br />his mother threw him out. <br />Next day asked his mother, ” are you sure he is my father? ” <br />She slapped her son’s face and cried.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-link-6/
