I want to get mad ...

Sometimes I want to get angry Yes my son mutters I showed up becoming an adult Child's heart Honest feelings Making a smile The corner of the eyes drops I get confused The moment stops Already now Never get angry From before To a child who can not get angry Is it wrong? I scolded and cried I had a runny nose. My son As a father As a human My son He was treated as an adult. I planted it on earth. A small tree Looking up at the sky forever and ever Flowing clouds I was looking up ... The poet ~ Now person ...