Father to Son

i don't understand this child
though we haved lived together now in the same house for years.
i know nothing of him,so try to build up a relationship from now.
he was when small,yet have i killed ,the seed i spent or sawn it where.
the land is his and none of mine?
we like sronger,thereb is no sign of understanding in the air.
this child is built to my design.
yet what he loves i cannot share.
silence surrounds us,
iwould have him prodigal returning to his father house the home he know.
rather than see him make and move,hid world i would forgive him to.
shaking from sorrow a new love father and son we both must live on the same globe,
and the same land.
he speaks  i cannot understnad myself,why anger grows from gries,
we each but out an empty hand longing for something to forgive.