A Fathers Tears

Reilley on Jan 2, 2012

No matter your age, its never too late to have a happy childhood.

For almost forty years, I hated you,
blamed you,
Tried to be nothing like you.

I patterned my life
to be everything you were not.
I learned to suppress
the parts of me that came
from you.

Every time she cried
it was your doing.
Every time I lied,
it was your doing.

You were everything
that I despised,
never more so,
than when I
saw it in the mirror.

So why -
fifteen years
after you drank
yourself to death -
when I saw your picture
on Father’s Day,
I cried for you,
Daddy.

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m1j2k3 on Jan 2, 2012
Its important for our well being to forgive and forget,
Holding a grudge is not good for us. Great poem well done regards Mikey.
Cynthia Bartlett on Jan 3, 2012
I could feel the emotion in your poem. Well said.

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