Prodigal Father



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I have been away for so long

That apologies feel unworthy

What words can wipe the tears

Of the eyes that look like mine

You deserved much from me

And all I gave you was a vacuum

Where your spirit could not breathe

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I burdened your young soul

With an inheritance of pain

Mistakes I can’t explain

And left you to find your way

In a dark and forbidding world

Absent of a father’s light

Any love kept out of sight

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How can you not hate

Hate the man I see

Looking back from the mirror

My faults suddenly clearer

I think of my old man

And how lucky I was

At least he was there

~~~

A door has opened

Once thought forever sealed

And I walk through

Just as imperfect as before

In the hopes that doing better

Will somehow save you

From turning into your father

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Or am I saving myself

Renewed in my love

For the best thing

I could ever lay claim to

When my love for another

Bore into this big world

The son I call mine

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Comments
16 Responses to “Prodigal Father”
  1. beth says:

    what is what was what is what wasn’t

  2. Jim Borden says:

    and in a coincidence, one of the readings at church today was the parable of the prodigal son. your words are just as insightful…

  3. kristianw84 says:

    When that door was opened, you walked through it instead of shutting it. You cannot undo what has already happened, but you can be all the things you weren’t moving forward, and you started that when you walked through the door, and that’s what matters.

    Insightful, beautiful poetry, my dear friend. ❤

  4. Sometimes a door does come into view letting us cross, enter and have another chance. Excellent writing my friend!

  5. My heart swells knowing that this door has been open to you. I am proud that you see an opportunity you most likely never thought you would have. You are a much better man than you were those many years ago one contact was lost. I can only hope that you will forge a new path filled with understanding.

  6. Wonderful words. Powerful thoughts. Sometimes no doors exist.

  7. petespringerauthor says:

    Self-reflection is one of the hardest yet most important things humans do. Seize that opportunity, my friend.

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