Proud Son


I am sorry for all the pain and suffering

That comes with raising a son

When the words I said

Were forged in petulant anger

When I said I would never be like you

But you already knew

There was a lot of you in me

Something I did not want to see

From an idolized perfection

And such a short-term view


But the acorn falls where it does

And it is never an accident

But it is hard to grow in your shade

Privy to the mistakes you made

And I so wanted to be more

And made you feel like so much less

Because I could not forgive

Or allow my love to live

Unbound by historical chains

Blind to all that you had forgiven


It is true, that I will never be you

But not because you are unworthy

It is my destiny, to only be me

And I have seen many parts of myself

Strength passed as inherited wealth

I see you more each day in the mirror

But now I can only hope

That somewhere in your heart you know

That when all is said and done

I was proud to be your son


12 Responses to “Proud Son”
  1. I’ve learned that we can bring the good of our parents with us and leave behind the bad. This poem, of course, speaks as much to my soul as it does to my heart. It’s a giant step for someone to reach this point of acknowledgement and understanding.

  2. beth says:

    Such a bittersweet understanding, we always have to live a bit before we get hwre

  3. Jim Borden says:

    what a beautiful poem describing the father-son relationship…

  4. Beautiful poem. Keep it up!!!

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    Parent/sibling relationships can get so complicated. I think this is one of your best, Brad.

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    So lovely Brad. That can be a difficult relationship I would imagine. Your words are touching and run true. This has got to touch everyone who reads it. Lovely Brad. Hugs and love coming your way. Jonikins 🤗❤️❤️💕

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