The Gentle Giant

The father is tired, old and exhausted 

Hair receding, greasy and knotted.

Layered Jumpers and tshirts

A mix of smart casual and broken

Trousers too short 

Revealing odd socks 

Paired with hiking boots 

He drinks his coffee 

And reads the Weatherspoons menu 

Hoping his son will say something 

Anything 

But the gentle giant

Plays on his phone 

Speechless 

Only looking up to acknowledge the pizza 

Placed in front of them 

The Gentle giant slides it towards him and eats One hand on his leg 

Leaning into his meal

Forcing the slices down his throat

He leaves the crust of the final slice 

And stops eating to continue scrolling 

On his phone 

The tired father with permanent frownlines 

Sighs and frowns some more.