these lines confuse that connection, making him seem like he is not a pert of 'home': This time pleading with me to stay with him. A gust whips across snowy fields as I Quicken my pace to return home to friends.

son to father though I suppose it could be read as grandson to grandfather

Okey-dokey then, I'll start with the title. I think that it was just the primary idea that sparked the whole thing off, and it kind of reflected how I wanted the poem to feel. I was trying to write a song in the style of Reef (I try to imitate groups sometimes to see if I can, and if it's easy. Generally I don't use the things I write in this way for any particular purpose i.e. my group). Anyhoo, I ended up writing various two-liners that didn't really resemble Reef, but I thought "Hey, I'll put them together and see what it sounds like". I thought that some of it worked well, although in retrospect some of it is pretty naff and cliched. Anyway, I enjoyed writing it and maybe if I've got time I'll try to improve it. Thank you for your observations-it's what I put poems on this site for!

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with any lucky, she'll be a zzinnia

i think the title gives it away, k. it did for me anyway. bittersweet, and well done. thanks.