My father and I don't speak
We haven't for many years.
My heart breaks to think that we
Can't find a way to love again.
I'm sure his heart aches, too.
Where did we lose our way?
How did we grow so far apart?
I guess I really know.
Mom's death ripped us apart
So far that God can't bring us
Back to the center again.
A new wife, a new life.
Bitter words and memories.
And family animosities.
I'm afraid that one day he'll
Be gone from this world to the next.
Never knowing that I love him still.
When I meet him in heaven
Will he greet me, or will he turn
Away, both fearing and leaving
Tears in our hearts forever.
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I believe you have expressed the feelings of far too many women in our world. My message for them and for you is this:
Take comfort in knowing that in Heaven, everything is perfect. Thus, you and your father will spend eternity in a healed and loving relationship with God.
Richard
Your poem touched my heart!
I can relate because my father was very distant from me.
This hurt growing up but God helped me through some very tough times.
Now like you, I hope to find peace with him in heaven.
Blessings!
John Michael
Be always safe,
Karen