fathers and sons

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edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the rage reaches down deep inside me
our eyes met with such a fury and hatred
and at that moment I felt that we no longer
formed a bond that a father and son should share.
the embarrasment that now fills me is like a
weight that crushes my soul.
hope given away like a quarter to a street beggar
which is where he is headed.
how much more can I,should I do for him.
no longer a boy and yet so far from becoming
a man.
the cycle is close to be completed,a man his son
and his son's son.
only on the elder's death bed,when it was too late
to be realized,was the love put to rest.
not to be continued.....
I've never met Ed,never shook his hand, talked to him or had my picture taken with him.
But I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night.
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  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    My dad had this moment with his father at the funeral.

    i understand what you mean.

    I once told my dad that he needed to stand up for himself and that he was pussywhipped and that it was time for him to be a man... all before I hadn't a clue what it meant to be one.

    I still, to a certain point, stand behind what I said, but I have shifted my positioning enough on it that the defining moments have changed.

    I intend to rectify the love situation with him before that defining moment becomes our last together.

    I wish you peace.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
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