To My Absent Father,
The blank stare that you give, tells us your mind is elsewhere.
You come home to lie down, just to watch the news.
Each vacant stare, each day without “Hello”, leaves a bruise.
You are a silent observer at on intense football game.
You see, but do not act.
What can we do to make you see all we want is your support and encouragement?
Your blue eyes turn green as your true thoughts betray you.
Don’t worry; we’re your family. Your time is more valuable than your money.
That blank stare sends us away, to hear you complain that you never stay,
Generous and kind, when you engage your mind.
But sad you don’t realize; that we six only want your heart.