ears that have never heard a
father’s voice
arms that have never been
lifted onto dads lapnever felt that strong embrace
and a heart who’s never felt a father’s love
we cry in obscure corners, in
isolated dark spaces
wonder how it must beto walk hand in hand with our idol
looking up to a face of security of strength
could I have been mentored
directed in a different loving path,gone fishing, shared a hammock in the
back yard while reading together,
strolled in the park talking about a man’s journey
a dad could have corrected my
misdirection,
maybe disciplining me
but constructivelynot with unforgetable punitive unrestraint or
a clenched fist and angry destructive voice
unleashed by a male figure known
only by cboice on a first name basis
happy father’s day to the responsible dads
he who drove
his kids to schoolwho came home from a long days work
then lovingly lifted his child high up
sharing that caring paternal smile
to those abandoned children who
didn’t know their 'dad' and
those that did yet never shared
a common space or caring momentts
now only left with a distrust of love:
those that did yet never shared
a common space or caring momentts
now only left with a distrust of love:
love has no role, no gender,
it is not selective and is selfless.stand in front of a mirror, smile at him,
smile at her, you are loved by the
face looking back at you
happy father’s day, mamasita
not all fathers are as perfect even if they are present. you had a strong mother.
ReplyDeleteMy friend, you speak my thoughts this weekend. I have children who had absent fathers. My own was embroiled in his addiction until he died when I had just turned thirteen because "he'd rather be dead than give up drinking" - and soon he was. I see the strength and stability in those who had two stable parents, and there is an enormous chasm between our realities and theirs, that made life more precarious for us, trying not to topple into the abyss that is lack of self-worth. I have been wondering what to write, and may now not need to for you have echoed my thoughts......I too, can say Happy Father's Day, Mom! I hear you, my friend.
ReplyDeleteMarco, oh my goodness, that was me you just described in your poem! My father was actually my mother and of course God above. I'm sharing it for others to read and ponder upon. Good stuff!!!
ReplyDeleteFathers, mothers - I admire those who have played a strong role in mentoring and loving the child/ren ~ Love has no gender, anyone who become parents are all worthy models ~ Thanks for sharing your thoughts ~ Happy father's day to your mom ~
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