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Free Cee One Impaired Father Reared By His Son
ONE IMPAIRED FATHER REARED BY HIS SON or AN EXPANDED EXPLANATION Oh how I wish I’d been a father like him Rather than a father whose future was duly dark and dim I raised my son in the starkness of a future filled with fear A wondrous young son a frightened father was somehow to rear Oh if only I had the wherewithal to have known it all Rather than a father who couldn’t even teach his son how to crawl I had too many other concerns in my body and mind While my son had a father who was metaphorically blind My eyes were incapable of seeing too much While I reveled in my tiny son’s most tender touch Otherwise I was numb to my son’s naturalized needs With a litany of habits to satiate and feed I saw that father pushing his son on the swings While I was a dove wounded with withering wings That father in the park was all I truly wanted to be But alas, I was a father who was a father like me I risked my son’s life time and time again While pretending I could be just like most other men Men who owned the wherewithal to do something worthwhile Yet and still my little son always imaged a soothing smile While he was smiling I was frowning and filled with fright inside Since the age of seventeen when my self-control died I was a father wrought and fraught with anxiety and fear And if only I could have been a dad like that father by the swings over there © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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