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.