I never made peace with my father
Though we were never at war.
Mostly between us, silence and space.
I wish I had admired him more.
At sixteen he joined the army
Trained to be in World War I
Too young, he never saw action
I wish I were an admiring son.
He moved east to New York City,
Young, handsome and slim,
Worked hard and courted my mother.
So why didn’t I admire him.
Mom saved his old love letters
He had won her by making a vow,
Promised to love her forever.
Too late. I admire him now.
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This a lovely, poignant poem - one I can identify with. I, too, found my admiration for my parents came too late.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why we are always too late.
ReplyDeleteMe also, but I too made my peace better late than......
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