Longing

Come Here, Child,
Father's hand has not smelled a long time sullen hair,
shabby hands,
snot in the mouth,
hhmmm
you still like before,
dirty is your teak

come here, son.
wash your hands and feet,
father brought a towel from mother
dry all water and sweat.
and tidy clothes.

Come on, kid,
hug your mother and leave the headstone.