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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 © | 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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MICHAEL EDISON
Date: 6/1/2016 9:32:00 AM
A big Thank you Probir Gupta