A Father’s Day lesson.
All the times I forgot,
to call, to mail, to text…
It weighs on me today.
Fathers day.
Grandad and Dad both gone,
I can’t mail, call or text,
I can’t visit, or video chat,
and the silence
-though deafening-
allows all the missed opportunities
to scream out in the back of my mind
in a disheveled chorus of regret and sorrow.
Words unsaid, deeds not done…
weigh heavy on my mind, and my soul.
I smile, though, with my wife and kids,
that they don’t see the hurt, or the regret…
to spare them the burden I alone must bear.
A lesson learned, though.
Painfully learned.
I will now be as generous as I can…
Calls. Texts. Emails. Video Chats. Visits.
The time it takes for one of these
will never be as long as the time consumed by
regret and sorrow.
© Jeremy L. Heath, 2025. All rights reserved.
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