Angry I heard you

Calling from your bed of death.

Father I knew none.

"Let me see you, son."

Last wishes of the dying

feared of death's journey.

Memories of pain

my heart aches with lonliness

broken promises.

My years grew with tears

waiting for you, dad, to come.

No footsteps were heard.

Call to that lost child.

Now, will he remember you

and fly to your arms?