May He Rest In Peace

May he rest in peace, my father was not the kindest man
At least to me he wasn't--he never ever said to me
The most important words a boy will hear, "I love you, Son!"
Never did he take me upon his knee to console me
When I needed it most, when I was floundering in tears.
He called for me, after years of silence, from his death bed,
He wanted to see his eldest son, I wondered why, but
I went, sat with him, placed cups of water to his parched lips;
I rubbed his cold feet, and comforted him as best I could.
He offered no excuse for his abusive behavior
I knew he had no training in parenting, his father
Accidently died when my father was merely thirteen.


Written April 27, 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Krutsinger Avatar
April 28, 2021 at 10:12 PM
"He wanted to see his eldest son, I wondered why" I think it was the closest and best thing he could do, wanting to say "I love you" but society did not allow it for men in those days.
Hankins Avatar
April 29, 2021 at 8:29 AM
I'll never know, Caren. A counselor told me the act of wanting me to rub his feet was redemptive and reconciling. I don't know. It was probably a bit too late, but I feel better about him as time passes. Thanks for reading and for your thoughts.
Mcintosh Avatar
April 28, 2021 at 7:53 AM
So sad! Wow. God bless you. Love, Gina
Hankins Avatar
April 28, 2021 at 8:59 AM
Yep, it was a sad relationship, Gina, but it taught me important lessons which I vowed not to repeat with my children...and I didn't!
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