Grandeur solitude of love

He snails, bites and laughs, to surprise everyone with love and mischief;

Owing the fatherhood he deserves, I fail to touch the quintessential.

Yet he still plays and shouts when can we play to play, not to just play.

when he sleeps, I feel the pain.

The boy full with love and wisdom, deserves more; human as I am, with futile means to engage my son.

Fathers are mean, but deep as ocean;

Fails to express; but never to repress

Love and expression, to be taught and told;

Grandpa was a mighty man in recluse, so affection never infused.

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