Visiting the Grave

Here lies my old dead dad

So sad,  all those years together

We never valued the friendship

We  "could have had"

Did our hearts from each other drift

Or just our attitudes on life shift

Looking back now

I understand somehow

I have an adult son

We both struggle with our own lives

And make no time for fun

This cycle of behavior is quite mad

And here it occurs to me

I never realized how important it is to be a good dad

And will work harder at it

So,  to be with me my son would be glad

 

 

◄ Remember Me

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 21st Jun 2021 17:38

A thoughtful, deeply-felt poem. Thanks.

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keith jeffries

Sun 20th Jun 2021 13:43

A poem of remorse and sadness with a vow to do better with the next generation. This poem is a reminder that there is always room for improvement especially in the quality of family relationships.

Standing at the grave of a loved one is an opportunity to meditate, to examine one's life in regard to the deceased. The question asked is "could I have done better in those circumstances"? Forgiveness might come to mind. Memories that can teach us.

A good poem, one for personal recollection
Thank you for this

Keith

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