I never grew up; was always a kid,
Never took responsibility for myself,
Gave you constant reasons for stress & strife,
I’m sorry Dad, between Moms problems & mine,
You never could seem to have much of a life…
Sure, we had our good times when I was younger,
But as I got older all I did was give you pain,
You died when you were pretty young (68),
Your life ended, what you did for me went unsung…
As I sit here and write this, I feel like crying,
Not for your loss, but for what I did to you,
I remember quite clearly one fateful day,
I was in the back of a police car & you stood in the middle,
Of a parking lot in the pouring rain watching them take me away,
And I remember you crying, that tears at my heart now,
You couldn’t help me; my future that day looked quite gray…
Dear Sir; I must say out of all the writes that you have written, this is by far the very, very best. It is said, confession is good for the soul, for within our confession or shall I say, in this case, a lament, it makes one whole. Very good, sir. I am proud of you...I know that was not easy to write, but it was something that had to be done.
Your red-neck friend, Al from Carolina
Yes, I read your poem. I only met your Father a few times and very briefly, but I think he really loved you as his son. Time has passed, deeds have been done
and you have such huge health issues, I think you have had time to reflect on the past. Everyone does some things in their lifetime that they regret. Knowing
this and realizing the problems is a big step in taking a step. Move on now. Write the poetry you enjoy, try to help others, and be your own person. Life really is
too precious to waste.
Beautiful prayerful words, wow, and I can sense a profound sense of connection between you and your dad, and in a larger sense between all of the people across time, across space, all who have ever gone on some diversion (all of us) only to resume the path they knew to be their soul path later on. Blessings, Christine
Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2015
Such a moving poem, Ed ... Your Dad knows you love him and how you feel ... May God bring you Peace and Comfort ...
Well, I am pretty sure he can "hear" you, Ed. This is honest and open. My son has not spoken to me in over three years and, although I think I know why, it's not something I can (nor would) change although I love him and wait for him to change his mind. Love and peace to you,
Every father-son relationship is different. But there generally is some disagreement. It's good that your father stood by you regardless of how you behaved.
As adventurous as I was, I constantly gave my father grief, but I more than made up for it by my accomplishment. Although he never told me, I heard that he knew everybody in our hometown and constantly bragged about me and what I was doing. That's how he honored me while constantly giving me advice that I ignored. He died at 85, wondering what had happened to his robust health for the previous 10 years. Unfortunately, I wasn't around much of that period to encourage him.
"FESSIN' UP" ... IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL...
VERY THERAPEUTIC... GETTING IT OFF YOUR CHEST...
I never had such misfortunes with my Dad.
My remorse is quite different in that he never lived long enough
for me to repay all the money he gave to me so willingly, always helping
without question... And he made it to age 84 !!!
He was always my Best Friend... Best Pal...
God Bless All Good Fathers... Everywhere...
Especially Those in Heaven !!!
Nice tribute. I think most of us have given our parents a reason to want to give up,. but they never do. I know I did to my parents, and my kids do the same thing to my wife and I. Just wondering if you're a parent? I once heard it said, that having kids of your own is our parents revenge.
Don't keep beating yourself up, Ed. We parents love our children unconditionally. Your father is around you at all times and knows you are doing the best you can now. Close your eyes and feel his presence.
LOVELY sentiment, loving tribute to your Dad, and I'm the eternal optimist that nearby, altho you cannot see him, he too is reading, and smiling and whispering, I love you too my child
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Your dad is a blessing.
Beautifully penned.
Lady Mary Ann
Your red-neck friend, Al from Carolina
Yes, I read your poem. I only met your Father a few times and very briefly, but I think he really loved you as his son. Time has passed, deeds have been done
and you have such huge health issues, I think you have had time to reflect on the past. Everyone does some things in their lifetime that they regret. Knowing
this and realizing the problems is a big step in taking a step. Move on now. Write the poetry you enjoy, try to help others, and be your own person. Life really is
too precious to waste.
Your friend,
Mrs. C.
Always,
Deborah
Regis
As adventurous as I was, I constantly gave my father grief, but I more than made up for it by my accomplishment. Although he never told me, I heard that he knew everybody in our hometown and constantly bragged about me and what I was doing. That's how he honored me while constantly giving me advice that I ignored. He died at 85, wondering what had happened to his robust health for the previous 10 years. Unfortunately, I wasn't around much of that period to encourage him.
Ron
"FESSIN' UP" ... IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL...
VERY THERAPEUTIC... GETTING IT OFF YOUR CHEST...
I never had such misfortunes with my Dad.
My remorse is quite different in that he never lived long enough
for me to repay all the money he gave to me so willingly, always helping
without question... And he made it to age 84 !!!
He was always my Best Friend... Best Pal...
God Bless All Good Fathers... Everywhere...
Especially Those in Heaven !!!
Peace... Good Buddy !!!
Michael D.
I agree with Edward, I truly thought this WAS John Wayne when I first saw it. I'm sure he was proud of you, Ed.
Love and blessings,
~Linda
Love ya!
Jane
LOVELY sentiment, loving tribute to your Dad, and I'm the eternal optimist that nearby, altho you cannot see him, he too is reading, and smiling and whispering, I love you too my child
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