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A Parent's Lament
by Randall Davis Barfield
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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My heart is destroyed, too heavy to be lifted.
I should have kissed you every day when
you were little. Should have hugged you more.
If only I’d spent more time with you to teach
you that you were worthy, and, in turn, taught
you to treat others as worthy. We could’ve
fished, skated, played games and sports, cooked
together, laughed and cried. Instead, I was
usually “busy” trying to acquire material things
for you, for myself, and for the rest of the family.
Busy working we call it. Too busy to attend the
emotional and psychological needs
of you, my offspring growing up, my own flesh
and blood. As a result, the pain in my heart,
what’s left of it, is often unbearable. It is a bitter
and I fear permanent pain. Now you are in
trouble. Deep trouble with the police. With
society. With God, even. I know you’ll never
forgive me. I suspect I wouldn’t either if I were in
your shoes. Still, I’m not going to forget you. I’m
not going to write you off, my child. I know I’ll
spend the rest of my life trying feebly to make
amends. You can approve or disapprove my
attempts. They won’t be much. They won’t be
any solution for you. But at least they’ll be
something. Something is better than nothing. And
God help us both.
(Note to readers: This piece of writing, for me, is fiction. Fortunately. However, there are many parents, whether together or single, for whom it is not or would not be fiction.)
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|Reviewed by Emile Tubiana
|Dear Randall, You expressed very nicely the problem, typical of the society of today. I was born and grew up in Africa. I can tell you that the case you presented here is a very common in today's modern society.
In Africa where I grew up with the family, we didn't have such a problem.
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Randall, I wish the parents who ought to read this will...they probably won't though...it is indeed a sad state of affairs in all circles. Oddly enough, in VIP (as in entertainment etc) families especially.
Great heart-felt poem!
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You are right, Randall. This is a common and sad theme in our society. Thank you. Love, peace, and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|one of my dearest friends suffered through such a scenario with one of his children -- drugs took the lad to jail, for several years -- he is now out, but the toll on my friend was devastating -- I believe that coupled with the loss of two other children while they were still young adults, conspired to cause the death of my friend --I miss him tremendously -- thanks for what might be a wake-up call to parents to spend time with their children -- peace and love -- JMW|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|so many lost children- adults can be so careless|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|God help us both indeed as another generation of "latch-key" children are left to make their own decisions as we merrily work on. Yes, this happens far more often that we would like to admit, interesting insight....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Good and solid words, Randall...keeping the family unit together both lovingly and spiritually as opposed to no-show is paramount for the basic family. A Parent's Lament is heard around the world as we know the many horrendous things that go on nowadays...the family that stays together is the one that plays together...and dinner hour is important...because it is a place where niceties should be spoken to keep one another in the good graces...be well, Randall.
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|RANDY - WELL DONE - AND VERY HEARTFELT - I identified with it immediately, until you got up to the police part.
Today my son, a Chiropractor, turned 36, but was too busy working for us to get together - maybe next week? CAT'S IN THE CRADLE ...
I SPENT MY LIFETIME WORKING MY BUNS OFF - sometimes night and day, sometimes two jobs, always BUSY - BUSY - BUSY! JUST TO PROVIDE.
we do reap what we sow. peace - tom.
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Hey Randel,your apology is accepted in terms of misleading us,but overall a very good poem.Sometimes its hard for a parent to reveal their mistakes and vulnerabilities because they want to make themselves look weak where in reality they are better human beings because they are willing to change and improve their ways.I wish my dad would be like that,but that's another story for another time.I hope that young girl didn't kill her own child gets the help she needs.Take care
|Reviewed by Randall Barfield
|Oops.Hey you guys, it's fiction. Sorry if I misled you. Not intended. (Actually I was thinking of the case of a daughter who possibly [at this writing] killed her own child.)|
|Reviewed by Louisa Dobbins
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|My dearest Randall, its never to late. Read him this for it touched my heart deeply and it will touch his. Reach out to him again and again, love him and be there for him during his toment. I will be praying for all of you. God Bless and keep you all in his arms. Love, Bonnie|
|Reviewed by Stan Grimes
|Great thoughts...I can relate.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|O, Randall, my heart breaks as I read this! I am so sorry you are going through this; I will be praying for you! God be with you during this difficult time in your life!
(((HUG)S)) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <