Proud Son
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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
~~~
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.
Thank you sis! Better late than never!
Such a bittersweet understanding, we always have to live a bit before we get hwre
Thank you Beth! Wise words indeed!
what a beautiful poem describing the father-son relationship…
Thanks Jim! I know as a father and a son you can appreciate both sides of this one sided conversation.
yes, indeed…
Beautiful poem. Keep it up!!!
Thank you for your kind words and encouragement!
Parent/sibling relationships can get so complicated. I think this is one of your best, Brad.
Thank you Pete!
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 🤗❤️❤️💕