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ONE IMPAIRED FATHER REARED BY HIS SON 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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Date: 7/27/2012 1:19:00 AM
Hi you posted this one before I think and it is a heart tugger. I think going through it you voice fears that we all have as new parents, the joy of that bundle, but the epic responsibility that none of us are prepared for, there is no Manual and we all have to find our way through it
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