Does the father think he's spending time
With his daughter, sitting silent by?
With silent sips of coffee, he reads on,
Undisturbed as daughter says goodbye,
The news absorbs him, when she's here or gone,
Each petty item large. This is no bi-
Directional relationship, but non-
Togetherness. So she goes off to buy
While he reads finance, politics and crime.
What if once he'd let the paper lie?
What if once his love could glow upon
His daughter, watch and praise her as she shone?
Might they still escape this silent lie
And not maintain this mute pretence in mime?
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