The Sins of the Fathers
Years ago
I heard someone say children have a God given right to judge their parents
Judge not that you be not judged
I thought the statement was harsh, maybe sarcastic, wrong headed
But I did it anyway
Not in a psych couch way but in the I’ll do it
Better
Not the same
Not The repetition of
The sins of the father
After all, we can learn from our mistakes
And the mistakes of others, but
Some
Get repeated
Over
Again
And some are just our own or a hybrid of the parents we weren’t going to be like
In the same way you judge others you will also be judged
I meant to be different
To be better in the ways I needed
When I wasn’t the parent
But I failed in your ways
In my own and in ways that I have to claim
I would rather analyze it and find a cause other than myself
It’s there, they are there
But it's harder to blame the repetition in yourself
Rather than the repetition of a father who had a father himself
I was judging, I’m judged
I felt pride, now shame
Regret
some pain
Will mine judge me
Undoubtedly
Will I deserve it
Unreservedly
The son will not bear the punishment for the sin of the father, nor the father for the sin of the son
There’s enough weight to go around
And the heaviness remains
Copyright © John Cabascango | Year Posted 2025
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