A Letter To My Son
A LETTER TO MY SON
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
6:15pm
28/5/2016
Copyright © Michael Edison | Year Posted 2016
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