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Listen son 
Thinking about the memories you have of me
The memories that rankles
It rankles as long as we sniffle off air
Air of life and eternity 

A wave of guilt and remorse 
Swept off my pillow at midnight 
I had been a cross and a spear
That cut deep into your Childhood 
I scolded and humiliated your ego
I had been a threat 
Rather than be a FATHER

Do you remember son
When I was on the telephone 
Quickly your innocent but timid face 
Pop into my room with hurt 
Hurt and tears in your eyes 
You wanted a touch of daddy
A touch of comfort and a hug
Impatient at the interruption 
I snapped at you in neglect
You ran terribly with sickening fear away
You were gone pattering up the stairs
I had been a peril 
Rather than be a FATHER

Son you grew up fast
So fast with scars 
Scars and wounds that may rankle
I was finding fault and blames 
Even when you bid me goodbye 
Goodbye to daddy yet I frown
I have caused all the mistakes you made
Because I was a pharoah
Rather than be a FATHER

Well son, God did create you 
with a kind blossoming heart
Heart so meek and loving
 I reprimanded you in all things
Yet you still rush at night 
Before bed to kiss me good night

With remorse and shame
 I write to you
It was never hatred
 But the wrong habit that repulse
I truely love you son
Now I desire you to dwell in my arms 
For I want to take back 
All the hurts and pains
To be a better daddy from now.

          ©Michael Edison

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 6/1/2016 7:04:00 AM
very well written... Generalised picture of fathers... though very few are conscious...
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Date: 6/1/2016 9:32:00 AM
A big Thank you Probir Gupta